Neither quick fix glue
Nor a magic wand
Could erase the deep feeling
Of loneliness that grew
Like a giant mushroom
In the vista of his vision.
The vast seeps to envelope
And silence like a wrapper
Enfolds and engulfs,
Tighter and tighter
Pushed is he within
Into a tight cubbyhole
Deep insides the recesses
Of a troubled mind.
Ensconced to watch
The play of life
Unfolding before his eyes,
Powerless to cross
The hermetic membrane
That stretches taunt
Between him and them.
The longing swells
To an aching hurt
But the first step the mind
Commands not the foot,
Back into his wasteland
He beats a hasty retreat.
Wallowing in foggy sadness
Hand refusing to seek another
The longing now hardened
In every vein of his body
But his eyes still search
The horizon endless
For the miracle key
That would unlock his mind.
November 19, 2009
© Nalini Hebbar/openmind - all rights reserved.
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2 COMMENTS:
Well written indeed.I think the somewhere the choice of words depicted a sense of resignation,was this by design or default?
most people understand depression to be something that one just snaps out of...but that's not true...its more chemical and has to be treated...yes, this is by design
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