Going Through The Motions

Depression.

For now

The tears have stopped

Stripping my emotions away

With its bitter salty flow.

 

Just wanting

To curl up my body

In the warm bed

With the cats

Beside me.

 

Hoping to find

That missing parcel

Of energy

Misplaced somewhere

In my apartment.

 

But

Not really trying

For every breathe is

A laborious task

In itself.

 

Knowing

I will move

Both Heaven and Earth

In this search.

 

Maybe

Tomorrow

Or the next day

I will get to this.

 

Then again

Maybe not.

 

As my body craves

What I can't give

A good night sleep

Of least 8 hours.

 

Sweet dreams

A bonus

I'll take

Any time

With welcoming arms.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Very personal, emotional, and accurate portrayal of depression, of course the cousin of anxiety.
its needs no apostrophe when it is possessive.*:)
and I would probably say "what I wouldn't give" but then again, what I can't fits as well, it depends on your intention.

[therisa]

Thank you, KL. The line "what I can't" , just felt right to me, being an intuitive writer.

[...]

it very gently and very tender. inner desire to find warm place. maybe hope maybe new start. i like it.

[therisa]

Thank you, Woodsman. Normally, I'm not so gentle on myself, when it comes to dealing with my depression.

[...]

gentle can provide better deal with any hard situations. but i know myself it s very hard . and some my poems are very cruel.

[therisa]

But you're able to release some of your pain, in a safe and constructive way, Woodsman. In my opinion, is the best way, to do so.