Bell Jar State

A poem about depression.

Bell Jar State

 

Year after year,

Day after day,

I walk around

In my numb

Bell jar state.

 

I’m ready for

My alteration,

My final break

Out of this

Dismal space.

 

It’s my life to have

Or to take.

 

Staying in the

Depressing state

Would

Be my own

Damn mistake.

Author's Note

I recently read Sylvia Plath's book The Bell Jar. This poem was inspired by her book. I think I've been in my own bell jar since my divorce. I'm coming out of it, but I related to what she described, to feeling numb for years and days, to the insomnia and the inability to eat, write or think. It is very difficult to function when you are in this type of state.

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

Been in this state once or four times ...
I like this poem. It's well crafted, the flow is smooth sailing
to the tongue and it's expressive in emotion.

Well done! I like the last line!