Diseased

I invite you back for tea, depression fear

Disease......
Worthlessness....
Unholyness...
Guilt.....

I chose each one of you
I invited you back for tea
The conversation repeats
Time lasped
You consume me

Like worms you infested me
In broad daylight you isolate me
But I still invite you back for tea

Each one of you depletes me
There's no chrysalis
No beauty within
Just a dark and empty footpath to uncertainty

Believe me I want to be free from this misery
Strength can enthuse me
Craddled in bravery
But I still invite you back for tea....

Author's Note

Life...

Reviews

[Neville]

Now that's depression for you... the black dog is never fussy who it rubs against and has an insatiable appetite.... There are of course many forms of this foul creature & although all are feared, the agitated breed, is the most tenacious.... these words were crying out to be writ... and you wrote them well.... Neville

[lightsong]

I want to invite You too, but for sweets along the tea, for bouquets of colorful roses, for a green garden with happy singing birds, for a wonderful land where only kindness and love is spread, where You deserve to be loved, cherished and cared about, where You are free, soaring high.

embrace the uncertainty my dear, within it where Your strength and bravery lay, within it all the possibilities find the way out to You.

[KCthelastboyscout]

Poetically dark and somber
Well written regarding such a powerful subject
Thank you for sharing such a relatable story

[wordman]

time to get out in the sunshine and flourish,need new friends

[Simone Davis]

Hey I appreciate your comments however I'm not sure you understand that writing can be very therapeutic when you have experienced something trumatic, this is a platform for people to express themselves in any form they wish to. Im actually a teacher and am out every single day living every minute to the full in the sunshine, your comments are bullying and if you don't like people expressing themselves then maybe this isn't the right place for you but thankyou I will take time to review some of your poetry and hope to post a more positive comments.

[wordman]

no i`m not a bully,and i`m not a a*s kisser
and i hope you never teach any of my children

[wordman]

and it sounds like you crave depression,you seem to wallow in it

[Simone Davis]

Off course I don't, I don't think anyone would want to crave depression suffer, you could yourself at some point in your life suffer from depression or feel alone, I really hope you never suffer from anything like that it's horrible, I'm writing this poem not in depression now but drawing from depression experienced when I was younger. Is that wrong to write a poem about it.

[Simone Davis]

I apologize if I took your comments wrong, you write poetry and I'm sure you have many friends and venture out into the sunshine sometimes. Enjoy your evening.

[Onlyme]

Wow, this really brings the reality of life to a lot of people home. Pulling no punches just honesty and facts. Expressed to perfection eloquently put.

[Planet x]

I love your words , you can't ignore past experience , you do face and stand against them , you accept them now , you fight , you are much braver and your writing reflect it beautifully

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Simba, I truly hope life is better for you than the infesting depression and fear described in this poignant poem. Your well-laid words are powerful and dramatic, with great analogies and expressive verses. I don’t believe that anyone would choose to entertain these feelings, but perhaps I’m wrong. The graphic imagery is macabre and dark. Depression is a cruel disease, but can be treated. I wish this for you.

[Simone Davis]

It's not a conscious choice, it's about the power struggle of depression where you feel euthoria one minute and this the next it's the cycle continuing over and over feeling ok you can do this then you smack back in that place again, unable to do do anything about it like your asking it back into your life, failing to turn it around.

[Simone Davis]

Also about guilt and burden you beat yourself up over.

[Melissa]

This sounds like a haunting depression that one is able to hide during the day, but creeps back out of one is alone. I find it interesting that this person feels responsible for this depression. It's a very nice poem. If I were to change anything, I might consider changing "diseased" to "disease." I think this would create more parallelism.

[barleygirl]

This is a very creative way to portray how addiction feels. Even when we know it's bad, we keep coming back. The way you use "tea" as in a "tea party" makes this feel sarcastic, becuz of the contrast between frilly pretty tea party trappings & the ugly reality of how this narrator feels. Great contrast between "worms infesting" and the idea of breaking out from a chrysalis, transformed (hopefully). All in all, this is told with a sad dreary tone (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie