Black Flies

I saw them today.

I saw them,

outside my window,

outside my door,

out on the patio;

swarming

tiny bodies

rising in a chorus,

out of harmony,

out of tune,

out of line.

I saw them,

beneath the bed,

beneath the rug,

behind the TV,

humming

little things,

breaking everything

on the walls,

on the shelves,

on the tables.

I saw them,

around my legs,

around my arms,

around my head,

screaming

angry things,

sucking the air out,

of this house,

of this room,

of these lungs.

Today, I saw black flies.

The storm brews,

the cat growls,

the day is night,

the sun is dark.

Where has it gone?

I am blind.

There is a black blindfold

around my head

and I walk like a zombie

out of the house,

into the night,

beneath the black sky-

the sky of death.

There's a whole swarm

up there.

Today, I have seen

the black flies.

Author's Note

I was inspired by the song "Black Flies" by Ben Howard to write this poem. I have been struggling with recurrent depression for as long as six years now and have been receiving therapy for about as long. This was my way of interpreting how my life has been going for the last six years. The use of the word "today" is a way of showing that not every day is the same. There are some days where the black flies aren't there and some where they are. The black flies are meant to be dark and mostly negative thoughts. They swarm because they aren't as threatening individually, but can be very dangerous as a large group. The rest is up to you to break down (:

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Wow, this really drew you in and keep your attention from the very first line onwards. Fascinating and interesting, like a movie.