I do not know what to do
about your screams.
It seems you plunge
to unplumbable depths
and I do not know
how to swim.
The mists of melancholy
shroud the waters,
coat you in agony,
fog reason, and
I fear I am not lighthouse
enough to guide you home.
Amazing!
Wow, I love this! So much emotion in the first 6 lines…and such naked honesty about feelings and fear in the last. Something tells me that you might be more lighthouse than you think!
Ah. That’s sweet.
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Very nice poem from another writer
I always felt we must each help our own selves, which may seem terribly selfish but sometimes we cannot give others what they need.
Like the airlines tell us, “Put on your own oxygen mask first!”
amazing piece.. I feel
Thanks.
Reminds me of all the times I tried saving friends from drug addictions and failed. Sometimes you just aren’t enough to save them. It’s haunting and character building.
Haunting and character building. Or perhaps character building because it’s haunting? I’m glad you were able to connect to it.
This really eloquently describes the helpless feeling one suffers when dealing with a seriously depressive person.
Thank you. That was the goal.
You surely must do what you can, to shine your light. Even a dim beacon is better than pitch blackness.
I suppose, though frustrating!
Sometimes, seeing a faint light there trying to guide, is enough help.
One hopes
Speaking from recent experience, it is true.