During a bout of depression....it wrote itself...

[pinerow]

Un Tiempo Perdido
Ramón Piñero 11\21\2004

I cannot remember
when that
cloud
overwhelmed
me.

What I know
is
thatI
can
hardly
walk
without that
dark
fog
clouding my
vision
blocking
my
path.

I don’t
remember
when
my future
looked so
bleak and
dangerous.

When the
sunshine
stopped
and
my
vision
was lost
in that
unexplicable
darkness
I see
everyday.



I don’t
remember
when the
smile
on my
childrens
faces
lost its
power to
heal,
or
when
my wife’s’
delicate
touch
and her
soothing
voice
became
just another
imposition
another
burden to
bear.

I cannot
remember
a time
when my
living
meant
more
than
my
dying.

[Droopy]

1. That is an excellent description

of what it is like to be depressed. Mental illness is a part of my life now and will be with me until I die so I know exactly where you are coming from. I wrote a lot of poetry when I was psychotic, delusional, depressed, and manic and I wish that I had it with me now. In a horrible fit of depression I burned it all. I only have fifteen poems now that I wrote and all of them were written when I was well after I got my symptoms under control. I guess I will have to get busy again.

On edit: Do you mind if I cross post this in the Mental Health forum? I think a lot of people there could relate.

[pinerow]

2. Of course...if it will make even the tiniest bit of difference...

I am still in treatment...I have good days and I have bad days...writing helps me cleanse myself of the former and celebrate the latter...:cheers:

[oneighty]

3. I like this kind of poetry

It comes from self. One's emotions and sometimes tears flow freely on the paper. A relief valve.

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[KaliTracy]

4. thank you for sharing this...