Theo

A poem reflecting theo's battle with anxiety, depression and tendency to detach from this world.

He was not a fan of being abandoned 

When he was in public his heart beat would always fasten

In his head he was always living in a world he imagined


Theo lacked compassion

In  nothing, brought by this world, he found satisfaction

He would always wish on a star for something great to happen 

He wishes to not be a passenger in his life but the captain


He bowed his head, like he has seen, in a orderly fashion

Abundant in thought but no way to caption

For the thoughts he had could fill a mansion

He hoped to get rid of his hope snatching assassin,


Metaphorically he tried floating but was held down by some sort of traction

No  one seems to ever notice Theo's state of abstraction

This thought fret him, made his face ashen

He had rather daydreamed, then engage any interaction


Oh!, how great are his actions

When it provides him a temporary distraction

It could only still his mind for a fraction

Before thoughts return to the world strange attractions

Author's Note

How'd I do ? 🙂

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this ode to anxiety and depression actually worked pretty well. using the third person gave us distance from the rawness of these emotions, while still allowing us to sympathise with theo. maybe the title could be a bit more precise "Theo's Anixety" or "Theo's Struggles with Mental Health," so that the reader is given a chance to prepare for what's coming. i will also suggest adding one more line to the first stanza, so that the whole poem follows a consistent structure. this is not really a rule, but it's something i personally prefer.
but like your other work, you use the less-is-more style very effectively. i stayed with Theo the whole time and kept hoping he would somehow overcome his problems. he didn't, and that's fine; his fate is left to the reader's imagination.

[Sonia's Blogs]

Once again, Thank you! Your feedback is truly appreciated. I will edit this with your comments in mind.