BLOWN AWAY

Revision of a poem about the human condition and the despair of life

BLOWN AWAY

By R. A. Merritt

Sometimes when out of doors and under the whirling sway

I wish the rising wind would up and blow me away

Blow me to some distant shore or distant place in time

Allow me some relief from this life I'm in I find

I would be a whole other one free from the troubling strife

Free from the enormity of having to live my life

Free from worrying of others free from their clinging need

Free from compromise and all that one concedes

For what is a greater punishment than having to be just you

What worse upon your person what more could you go through

For are you not an affront to your kith and kin

A judgment from long ago when you did but begin

Life is a distressing thing, a thing I would not advise

A thing you surely will in your time despise

But I know for certain should the wind sure blow me away

And I'd land in that distant place no more here to stay

That I'd naught but have regret and soon wish it to flee

The new person I've become the new person that be me

For if life has taught us anything, anything we should abide

No man has walked this Earth and ever been satisfied

Author's Note

A poem about depression