The Cycle

The Cyle was inspired after watching a blog by a young Lady suffering depression. She likened her mental state as being like she was in a washing machine on high spin speed. It was easy to write

The Cycle

 

I am tarnished

I am stained 

I am damaged goods

I need to be cleansed, wiped clean of the darkness that envelops my body and mind

The daily cycle starts

Anytime night or day, as I close my eyes, praying for the shortest respite

I am drowning in a putrid mix of misfiring chemicals

 

Two separate entities harbouring different agendas

 

My body wants to shut down, slip away peacefully - It wants to sail a boat towards Tranquillity Bay

My brain is full of manic thoughts as it races up and down Overdrive Boulevard

Accelerating, uncontrollably in a maddening incoherent state - it has no intention of slowing down

This is my ambivalent, degenerate existence people

Welcome to the cycle

Welcome to the lives of the millions of silent ones amongst us, paralysed by the cycle and suffering in silence 

The drum roll slows its beat

It stops, the cycle has ended �" For now

I am not cleansed, clean or refreshed

 

I am blooded

I am stained

Bruised, battered, drowned

Even more damaged.

 

Please help me!!

 

Cut the power

Silence the drum

Show me how to break the cycle and let sail again