Phone Call...

Just getting stuff off my chest ~ I need to sleep, can't with stuff on my mind.

When the call came I was actually having a nice day, it isn't the fact I then had a bad one either; it is just me being me!

I want to believe it is good news.

I want to believe that you have found the cause of my suffering and pain.

But my mind, my nature and my depression always makes me think the worst.

I want you to tell me it is all fine and dandy.

I want to hear that with one small pill, all my troubles will be fixed.

Tell me that I don't need to spend the rest of my life a tired, dried up old maid.

Tell me I won't have to lose something I never wanted ~ though never wanting it does mean I won't need it either!

Just tell me that it will be fine ~ settle my fears of death and ending.

Author's Note

I know it isn't great ~ but I really am just trying to get my mind clear from all that is bothering it.

Reviews

[Allan]

Nicky, this poem is very open and honest. Interesting that something so routine can raise all kinds of positive and negative emotions and feelings. I am glad you cleared your mind and hope it helps to move forward. This is a snap shot of your life on that day, let's hope when this time is over you are able to see how strong you are and how writing will have helped you through it. Good work ;-)

[Nicky Sarti]

Thanks Al x

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A very sad and desperate depiction of your place in time Nicki. Knowing you there is more to life and if you learn to love life and yourself someone will find you. You are still young. Someone recently told me that someone would find me and I scoffed. But she did. And she came unexpectedly when I was in turmoil. She easesd all of my torment and now life is more blissful than ever. See you soon and I expect you to post a more cheerful piece for me to review for the next Meetup please?

[Nicky Sarti]

I shall try my best; but I have to warn you, it isn't good...
Well, it is; kinda. You'll understand ~ I promise!