Senryu It’s hard to shake off Feelings of despondency When you give up hope Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Fri. December 23, 2022
Tag: despondency
Sadness – Poem of the Month – September 2020
Sadness
Another day bleeds into night as feelings of despondency once more hang in morbidity Excitement a faded memory of feelings long forgotten Eyes well with tears as the heart struggles to find it’s rhythm Love’s death a cross too heavy to bear and once more the darkness comes Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Word Prompts Excitement - Word of the Day Eyes - RDP
Pressure
Pressure
The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion a familiar companion
On my journey of unpredictability
A feeling of hopelessness
Covering me in a dark shroud
Dragging me into its damp pit
of gloom and I go with docility
Clarity nowhere to be found
As I stumble on rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
I am living a life of vulnerability
Spiraling downward out of control
Reaching for something to break my fall
Slipping and sliding all the way
Down into the declivity
My ascent from the chasm
Hindered by despondency
Hope cruelly mocking me
Wishing to drown exquisitely
In time the greyness of the sky pacifies
Pulling me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe sanguinity
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #12 – Tortured
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Downward Spiral
The feeling of hopelessness
Covers me in its dark shroud
I am dragged into this pit
Of gloom and I go willingly
The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion has become a familiar companion
On my journey into this wilderness
Clarity is nowhere to be found
As I stumble on the rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
My life has put me here
Spiraling downward out of control
I reach for something to break my fall
Words of reason are lost in this fog
Incomprehensibly jumbled and out of my grasp
My ascent from this purgatory
Is hindered by such feelings of despondency
With my energy drained
I fear I will drown in my misery
In time the greyness of the sky
Pulls me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe again
Christine Bolton