Ok back again from a trip to wonderland, or wonderlust or wherever we go when we drop off the deep end. I'm back to writing poetry. Here is the latest. Why does depression always bring out one's muse?
Faith Falters
I sit immobilized by your absence
Drowning in faithless despair
The old fear claws at my chest
A will, once mine, strains weakly
Slowly sinking...
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Faith Falters
I sit immobilized by your absence
Drowning in faithless despair
The old fear claws at my chest
A will, once mine, strains weakly
Slowly sinking...
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I've deleted this entry and can plead only momentary insanity. 
voltairemay7:
Ok back again from a trip to wonderland, or wonderlust or wherever we go when we drop off the deep end. I'm back to writing poetry. Here is the latest. Why does depression always bring out one's muse?
Faith Falters
I sit immobilized by your absence
Drowning in faithless despair
The old fear claws at my chest
A will, once mine, strains weakly
Slowly sinking into nothingness
I see no
Reason
Purpose
Path forward in this world
Only ashes and ending
How can I inflict myself on one
I love
So dearly, deeply, wholly?
How dare I hope that love will save me?
What right have I to freedom?
When the price must be paid,
By my own flesh and blood?
My choices mock me now
Cruelly indifferent to the sorrow of my circumstance
Time with no heart, no soul
Endlessly edging forward
Crushing dreams with its hard weight
I curse you now but
In deafness you press on
So another day will pass
Grey to black
Then to grey
Pitiful
I have become
Beyond the call of sanity and responsibility
I cannot abide this thing I am
Had I any worth, any worth at all
All I would give to be as you see me
To have you near to hold and comfort me
And somehow begin
Anew
Faith Falters
I sit immobilized by your absence
Drowning in faithless despair
The old fear claws at my chest
A will, once mine, strains weakly
Slowly sinking into nothingness
I see no
Reason
Purpose
Path forward in this world
Only ashes and ending
How can I inflict myself on one
I love
So dearly, deeply, wholly?
How dare I hope that love will save me?
What right have I to freedom?
When the price must be paid,
By my own flesh and blood?
My choices mock me now
Cruelly indifferent to the sorrow of my circumstance
Time with no heart, no soul
Endlessly edging forward
Crushing dreams with its hard weight
I curse you now but
In deafness you press on
So another day will pass
Grey to black
Then to grey
Pitiful
I have become
Beyond the call of sanity and responsibility
I cannot abide this thing I am
Had I any worth, any worth at all
All I would give to be as you see me
To have you near to hold and comfort me
And somehow begin
Anew
Hello out there. I don't know who would read my journal but somewhere out there in the collective unconscious perhaps someone will feel the urge to browse and come across my journal.
I moved back to the Ann Arbor/Toledo/Detroit area last year after a 17 year absence. I'd like to find friends to hang with. Not looking for a relationship, just friends to hang out...
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I moved back to the Ann Arbor/Toledo/Detroit area last year after a 17 year absence. I'd like to find friends to hang with. Not looking for a relationship, just friends to hang out...
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Gothic monster trapped in wholesome, upstanding, surburban cliche' I allowed society to create. Suicide is no answer. Suicide girls are. Looking for real friends, not the shallow, hypocritical people I am forced to hang with now. This is not a midlife crisis so don't worry. My therapist helped me with that a few years ago and pronounced me self-actuated. Not a needy, whiny type. Seen...
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