i carry rocks in my pockets
each a shameful badge
of a lost war
the sea beckons and pushes back
beckons and
pushes me back
to shore
it gives me a last chance
to turn back…
before it embraces me to its liquid core.
Tag Archives: depression
manic days
When there are Manic days
where hope when not cried for
glimmers slightly,
tinting lightly on the blushing horizon
Reminisce back to those heavenly times:
sweet stretches of blissful sighs.
Remember those moments
those cheery, dazey, redolently, dreamy days.
Wait…what is that?
Oh.
Only a
silly
repression.
