We Wash Away

There's no main point...

What makes this man cold, vile, mistempered?
An impossible distinction to be made more impossible with episodic depression, I didn't realize its revelation occurring.
There's no point that has sufficient validity in my shackled sheath of existence.
Does that drive me to a world drenched in negativity, never free of anguish?
Surely, some quality of life will reach outside of itself and dispense a gentle caress to the temple of our eyes.
Long live the thrill of the hunt for a river that will overflow with abundance and wash away ourselves.

Reviews

[J. K. Beach]

This poem touches me deeply!

I have a friend who suffers from ultra-rapid cycling bipolar disorder--one high and one low each week with horrible amplitude, and similar to the old man in your poem he suffers greatly. Fortunately, he is some how a pretty positive person most of the time but he has periods of intense anguish and despair--he knows, though, that his song will come around again on the guitar. He searches always for the river in your poem to wash his self free from his demons. He may never find it, but I admire him for his will to keep on searching.

Sorry for that long spiel, but you have reminded me of what he could very easily have been. Thank you for writing this piece. I am glad to have found it.

[Matching Socks]

Hello,
It's nice to meet you...
My name is Quality (last name Oflife), what's yours? Oh K.
I just thought I'd drop by to drop a little feather across the temple of your eye.
Now, I hope, your dreams will fly.

[Jack Cassidy]

Haha, gracias. I appreciate the kind act, what a samaritan you are.

[Matching Socks]

Yes, it's my charitable act of kindness...
I'm done now for the rest of year...

[Jack Cassidy]

:( Ummmmmmm, boo.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we all wait for that river of abundance to wash away the pain...
but sometimes poets do have that world drenched in negativity..
i like the introspection in this piece.

[Jack Cassidy]

I always enjoy your comments Jacob, thank you. K.

[Frieda P]

I'm not sure if the poet is speaking of himself or someone that has a foreboding and overbearing influence over his life, either way, it's affecting...last line is my favorite.

[Jack Cassidy]

It's me simply pondering... I like the last line too... Probably a bit more coherent... K.

[Frieda P]

You're speaking yourself then?

[Jack Cassidy]

Possibly. Not sure where it all originates though...

[Jack Cassidy]

Sometimes, the weight of the world gets really heavy and I have to write it down... That's what this is...

[Frieda P]

Okay... so you don't even know, random, I like that....

[Jack Cassidy]

Any time you give me more than a sentence of feedback, I start to feel a philosophical conversation about to arise... Stop it will ya', jk.

[Frieda P]

I speak mostly sarcasm, not philosophy ;)