Rainy Season

Some would call this

Writer's bloc

But I know

Better.

 

As the black clouds

Of depression

Shroud my horizon

In the gathering darkness.

 

Turning off

The steady stream

Of ideas and thoughts

Which nourish my soul

With it's rich content.

 

My soul withers

Under this relentless onslaught

As my soulscape looks

Like a wadi

After several years

Of severe draught.

 

Until the flash flood

Erupts from my eyes

Overflowing the banks

Of my tear ducts

With it's torrential outpouring.

 

Carving fresh channels

Across my soulscape

Leaving behind

A barren wasteland

Of sorrow.

 

Taking a small part

Of my life force

Diminishing my will to live

With each flash flood

That scours my soulscape

To it's bedrock.

 

Poisoning me

With the alkaline residue

Of past pains

And crushed dreams

As the tears dry up.

Author's Note

Yesterday (April 10, 2014), I received some very bad medical news, which will radically change my life, and the dreams, which I have.

Reviews

[Zahra]

Very nice poem reflecting honesty. I liked your writing style. I can understand how health effects lives and dreams. Wish you best

[therisa]

Thank you, Zahra. The wish is return back, to you and your family.

[TL Boehm]

Ive not been active here lately but am back. I know you've struggled greatly..this poem speaks volumes. I so wish you peace.

[therisa]

It's ok, Tammy, I have been struggling with agoraphobia, this summer,thus haven't been on-line. Thank you, for your very wishes, to me.

[EileenMarie]

I feel your pain. I really do. Great expression through this poem! I am sorry for your illness.

[therisa]

Thank you, EileenMarie. Only wish, I didn't have to experience, for most of my life.

[BlackRose]

Vividly but beautifully told. If you need someone to talk to I'm here when I can be. No one wants to be depressed or in a similar state. Sorry it's happening to you.

[therisa]

Thank you, BlackRose, for your very generous and kind offer. I'm a survivor of childhood abuse, which has continued, into my adult years, resulting in PTSD, chronic depression and various anxiety disorders. Sadly, my body doesn't responded to any medication that has been prescribed to me, over the past 7 years of trying, to find the right drug.

[John Anderson]

Beautifully expressed and very nicely written. Nice work!

[therisa]

Thank you, John.

[Tina Louise UK]

What an amazing way to describe depression...sorry you are going through this hun, here if you need me xx

[therisa]

Thank you, Tia, only wish I was writing fiction and reality.