Daylight breaks
The eyes open
Radio on
A foreign station
Reaches for
His cigarettes
His brain transmits
A deep regret.
His dreams are cramped
These last few days
It seems no effort
Can he make
A falling veil
Of blackness falls
No recollection
Of happiness calls.
Sounds of people
Whom he avoids
Call his name
He then recoils
Deeper still
In lethargic mood
Depression
A darkened room.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
It is the style of this poem that gets the fave. short lines each like a repeated but failed effort, the lack of identification of who this person is depersonalizes but told in such a personal way that draws all attention inward as depression does. Annoyance with others everything else a disregarded or irritating mess. This captures well the mood. Well done
thanking you, much appreciated
You are most welcome
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