Poems about depression

The Trail of Tears

The Trail Of Tears

From the mountains,

across the sea,

through the plains,

along the beach,

they trudge endlessly,

along the trek,

faceless,

through raging river,

mud,

shoulder deep,

on their shoulders,

skyhigh load unseen,

mothers,

daughters,

grandmothers,

for the gates,

at his feet,

they sit,

they wait,

for men,

with the chisels,

for the sculpters,

as far as,

 the eye can see,

over the fallen,

past the weary,

along the trail,

carved by thousand tears.

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No more anti government comments from me.

 I wonder why anyone would want to make any bad comments about the Papua New Guinea Government. They after all have our best interest at heart. They know all our needs and work effortlessy to provide them. That is why we voted them in.

I never met Ms.A who had a 1 week old child who was having an asthma attack and had to sit at the market with her sick child on her lap while she sold enough vegetables to make enough to catch a public transport to the nearest clinic just a few kilometres away to pay for the fee to get her child seen too. Then sat hungry for three days while her child got the treatment she needed until kind hearted people helped her out.

or

Ms. B who show me this a court order to go back to the man who left her 5 years ago for another woman and has not been around and is now  suffering from a illness he refuses to disclose what it is to her. His other women has left.

I never met these people. In this beautiful country where our fearless leaders care for our wellbeing. These type of situations don’t exist.

Okay enough spreading the love…..what can I say it’s all good here.

The Feast of Gloom

The Feast of Gloom 

Break the moon in half

rip down the stars

dine with me in this

half lit gloom

 

Let’s drink to dejection,

bottoms up,

 

relax in the ambiance

 of hopelessness

 

be entertained by

the Wails of Misery

 

let’s hunt

the creature of Gloom

stalk it

chase it

corner it

kill it

 

Eat up

gorge my friend

GORGE

let the juices of hope

trickle down our cheeks

SWIPE them away

 

slurp up sorrow

ahhh sweet sweet despair

snack on despondency

more

more

MORE

 

for desert

our favorite bits

lick up

Pity Me

have a bite of

Poor Me

gulp down

Why me

Me, Me and Me

 

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In Bed with Me #2

In my bed

 we lie,

all three of we,

 

a clone,

a ghost,

 and me,

 

pain roars for battle,

against

my unseen enemy,

 

to inflict,

the same,

 as was

dealt to me,

  

my spirit prances,

eager for a war,

lost,

before it begins.

 

against an apparition,

for a clone,

I do not know,

 

we dine,

my bond,

his shackles,

next to me,

  

across from me,

beside the moon and stars,

he sits,

 

a mannequin,

blood red,

 painted on grin,

 

I touch,

 but do not feel,

 

I speak,

 He grins,

 

here we lie,

a clone,

 lying beside,

a ghost,

who lies,

 next to me

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