Sleep little misery
Your whole life has been death
Sleep little abortion
You will never have breath.
It’s the way I have carried you
Since time began
With bruises and beatings
Confused, as a man.
An impossible beginning
In the wrong body
Without thought or feeling
A stone cold nobody.
A poem about long term, undiagnosed depression, which I think has become common in society. I thought to publish it here; maybe it has wider application than original idea.
A latta words in little time
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
As Young Adults We Can Survive - Find Happiness, Success and Support Other Survivors
I Lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento: But how the subject-theme may gang, Let time and chance determine; Perhaps it may turn out a sang: Perhaps turn out a sermon. - Robert Burns
⛈️🌩️ L O K A h S A M A S T A h S U K H I N o B H A V A N T u
living, loving, learning, leaving a legacy
It's an uncertain life!
Food, Road Trips & Notes from the Non-Profit Underground
www.b12deficiency.info
The Poetry of Emotion
Contre le blues, le meilleur remède, c'est le rock...!
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
A teenager's photography expedition.
"El Mundo Visible es Sólo un Pretexto" / "The Visible World is Just a Pretext".-
j'ai descendu dans mon jardin
în umbra întunericului!
It's just banter
Writing Lostness
