Depression
December 4, 2007Pouring
Pouring rain
Rain on the streets
The streets of my mind
My mind drained of its Soul
Its Soul that never sleeps
Never sleeps in the dark
The dark that shrouds the life
The life that stalks wisdom
Stalks wisdom
Like Prey
Praying I might feed the hunger
The hunger of fear
Fear that pours on me
Pours on me like rain
Clicking on a image will take you to some of my favorite Writings
In the Court of the White Bear 
Your play on words is wonderful….I like the idea of the last word having first say. With a few lines, you’ve added colour to something that can sometimes feel unexplainable, thus making it tangible in the images you’ve created.
All I can say is I enjoyed the words, but I will have to come back and re-read it several more times. It makes sense to me. You have captured with words what I have felt recently.
Peace my Brother…
Chantal,
I find that words come easiest to me when I’m in the flux of an emotion. When I’m depressed it feels like my life is draining away. When I can draw the poison out in words it seems to effect me less.
Hawk,
Well I hope the recent issue works its way out. If not, breakout the 4×4 and see what the Mountain has to say. Later Bro.
i do not understand why you want to feed the hunger of fear…