The Anatomy of Melancholy
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The Good.....
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In the middle of The yin
symbol is a small White dot: a seedling.
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In today's snowy
Mud-fest - there is the sneaking Semblance of good cheer. |
Today I planted A box hedge:
enclosing the Willow in magic.
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You kindly bought me
Self-help books: including a Magical blue one.
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I have installed the
Antuivirus; all I need Now is to re-boot.
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Escape into The
Lord of the Rings - better Than medication. |
May it be a light For you in
dark places when All other lights go....
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Reprogramme the
brain; Upload luminous thoughts and Precious memories.
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If you have no good Memories
- then steal some From somebody else.
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The brain cannot
tell A fake smile from a real Smile; so get smiling.
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Smiling releases Endorphins:
so get smiling You crazy fucker.
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Re-boot; relearn;
change; Reprogramme; reactivate; Rediscover; change. |
Attempt to record;
Attempt to expunge; attempt To transmogrify.
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MOT the car Pump
the tyres, top-up the Petrol: take control.
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On dark afternoons
We happily played on the Yarmouth Harbour rocks.
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When you were young
We played football in the hall: With you as goalie.
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Winter on Mousehold:
Sledges bouncing down St James' Hill; then the trek
back.
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On the climbing wall
There is only the now; no Dark rumination.
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Give up comfort
food; The chocolate digestives And the jam dounuts. |
Hand-hold,
foot-hold; pull; Move; reach; feel the body Inch up
the incline.
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Between your teeth -
place A pencil to simulate Smiling: worth a try.
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Hope fluttered
across The autumn forest today: Insubstantial bird.
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Don't worry
'bout a Thing, 'cause every little thing Gonna be
alright.
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Planting trees all
day With a pencil between my Teeth. Does smiling
work? |
Future photograph:
The four of us - arm in arm Smiling and stronger. |
Girl on a beach:
hair Waving like seaweed; laughter Falling like the
waves.
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Even if you get
No enjoyment from something Do it anyway. |
Lyrica and love
And AC/DC at vol Ten keep me alive.
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Synapses are
starting To re-fire: odd facts recalled; Odd fragments of
wit.
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I would like to see
Towering El Capitan In Yosemite. |
Or the fulmars and
Gannets on the dizzying Cliffs of St Kilda.
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Yes, I have lately
Suffered a sea-change into Something rich and
strange.
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Brief window in the
Brain-fog today revealed a Sprightly red robin.
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Today I heard the
Ice crack; brief respite from the Old suicide song. |
And all shall be
well And all manner of things shall be Well:
Mission statement?
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No rumination; No
self-criticism; no Dark sarcasm; no..
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There is no pain
you Are receding, distant ship Smoke on the hori....
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Have compassion for
Yourself; then you will have it For all living
things.
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Yours
is a caring
Love: a list-making, menu- Wise, sheet-changing love.
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Am I emerging
From the hardest, coldest most Prolonged of winters? |
Get the bike out of
The shed; check tyres; get on; Follow the pedals.
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In today's mud, I
Found a plastic butterfly: Wings open in flight. |
And today we have
Neuroplasticity; the Old brain fighting back.
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There is no pain in The present: there
is no pain In the present ...there... |
We're stayin'
alive, Stayin' alive...Ah, ha, Ha, ha, stayin'
a......
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Even the thickest,
Most pernicious fog must lift Eventually.
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When
depression strikes Find whatever raft you can And hold
on tightly.
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Step out of your
head And see the raging, ragged Glory of the world.
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Nobody
taught me How to soothe myself - so: soothe Me
baby, soothe me.
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Scrooge-like
conversion: Christmas warmth and goodwill: A new
sensation. |
Like
Devil's Snare you Need to relax - or it will Certainly
kill you. |
Watch Alex Hennold
Climbing in Yosemite; Absorb the same fear. |
Re-engagement with Normal conversation: Humdrum and
special.
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Flex the brain's
muscle: Car number plates; sums or the Alphabet
backwards.
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Life is
a taxing 5.15 pitch with only Pinches and slopers.
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I am
retrieving Data that was lost when my Hard-drive was
wiped clean. |
The
brain is just a Clever abacus - so don't Use it to
think with.
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The secret of life
Is to transmutate your base Metal into gold. |
Speak
to everyone: Listen to everyone: share The precious
moment.
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Where are the
songs of Spring? Ah, where are they? Coming
Maybe...yes....coming. |
Spring sunlight warming My old bones: glimpse of
something Starting to happen? |
Today I accept
The solitary magpie As an ill omen. |
If
you can accept The unacceptable - you Are close to
the way.
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Defrag memory:
Dust it, de-rust it; drive out Fog and then reboot. |
How
many times must I stare into the abyss Before stepping
back? |
Spring is needed
more Than ever now to wrestle Winter's iron grip. |
Soothing in-breath and Soothing out-breath; steady down
The raging tempest.
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Reset the brain to
Factory setting: save new Photos and contacts. |
My illness is not Me: but my illness makes it Seem
like it is me.
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Depression is a
Deception - but a very Subtle deception. |
Depression takes you Over and manipulates Your
thoughts - secretly. |
It wants you to
think That what you think is real But it's not real. |
It uses all the Bad feelings that you have stored Up
through your whole life. |
It is like ivy
Growing round your dark heart and Constricting you. |
It is pernicious And will not cease; it wants your
Corpse - nothing less. |
You are not me; be
Gone. Leave my body now; I Command you to go. |
The more closely you Identify with it - the Tighter
it grips you.
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It takes you over:
You speak black words and you Only think black thoughts. |
You are a trickster: Conning me with my own thoughts;
Misleading my eyes.
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Who put the scales
on My eyes? Who put the ice in My heart? Why, you did. |
It is the hardest Puzzle, the trickiest mind Game. Can
you beat it? |
You are a vampire
You tap into my veins: you Feast on my bad blood. |
You and your old pal Anxiety hooked into Me three
years ago. |
Like the ill-fated
Odysseus - I am on An epic journey. |
Let go: surrender; Accept; don't fight; submit: but
Don't capitulate.
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Cut the ivy stem,
Unpick the bindweed; drive out The evil black fog. |
See it for what it Is: sucker fish, leech, clingon:
Serious downer.
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Separate yourself
From its sticky tendrils; learn To name and shame it. |
Jesus only spent Forty days and forty nights In the
wilderness.
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Resurrection man:
Roll away your stone: step out Showing stigmata. |
For Christians Easter; For Pagans spring; for me hope
Of any slight change.
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Don't be defined
by It: be bigger than it - this Mother of all doom. |
Relax into the Chamomile tea: the yellow Scented
infusion.
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Today I brought
home A tulip tree: to plant now And to be here for. |
I came back to life At Woodspring Priory - where The
ravens circle. |
Old friends; old
humour; Old music; old ale; old house; Glimpse of an
old me. |
Glacial - almost Imperceptible change - but Change
nonetheless. Ha. |
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The Bad.....
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I gather the yew And the foxglove - ready for A
gardener's death.
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The oblivion Of sleep is followed by the Horror
of waking.
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Under gravity My star collapsed
- transforming Into a black hole.
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The mind cannot work
Out the problem - because the Mind is the problem.
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Here they come again The black thoughts -
congregating Like rooks and jackdaws.
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Always happiest Inside my head; but now
locked In with no way out.
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3 am on the Ward: torchlight through the glass to
Check I'm still alive.
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Constant dizziness: The pavement
moving like a Boat underneath me. |
What happened to my Swift, ingenious, agile Mind?
The fog got in.
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Your self esteem is Under a rock; lift
it and Watch it slither off. |
I am the undead; Earthbound staggerer - lurching
One step at a time.
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Indescribable Hell: seconds, minutes,
hours, days Weeks and months and years.
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Limber up; focus; Concentrate; attempt
now to Tie your shoelaces.
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The keyboard resists Me - its dizzy
lexicon Bemusing the brain.
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Your thoughts are not true But they seem
true: so innate And perfectly formed.
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Recrimination And guilt grow like black
flowers: Profuse; invasive.
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You are unworthy And you deserve
to suffer. Self-evident truths?
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Throughout your
lifetime - You gradually became More and
more helpless.
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The fog entered the Pores of my skin,
my blood cells, My cerebellum.
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My anxiety Is a nuclear explosion
With the sound turned down.
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Indecision, Clumsiness and
weariness Pervade every task.
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Objects have become Awkward and unwieldy
- with A mind of their own.
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I lost interest In everything: music and Words
and photographs.
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My voice grew less and Less: the
strangled utterance Of a non-person. |
At home I become A cipher: tea-boy, taxi Driver,
butt of jokes.
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Not being able To recognise progress is
Part of the illness. |
Outwardly I am Doing things; inwardly I Am the dead man walking.
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Writing was escape; Distraction;
avoidance; drug; Denial; false dream. |
My gyroscope is Out of
kilter; I snag and Trip and bump and catch.
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Each day the eagle
Rips out my liver; each day My liver regrows. |
I am Sisyphus: Stone-roller;
labourer: locked For eternity.
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Is pain a portal?
Will suffering lead to the Unmanifested? |
Or is pain just pain?
Suffering just suffering? Life a living hell?
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Accentuate the
Positive; eliminate The negative...er... |
Get out of your mind Quickly -
or you will quickly Go out of your mind.
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All my life I have
Resisted the sea: but the Sea always breaks through.
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My illness opened A window on
a million Hidden shortcomings.
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Self-absorbed;
selfish; Anti-social; unhelpful; But not malicious.
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You were the adult - The bill
payer; I was the Idiot savant.
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I had to relearn
How to read and write - how to Make a cup of tea.
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In the whispering
Bamboo forests of Felthorpe I sat down and wept.
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Like Neo I was
Plugged into an unreal, Simulated world. |
Relaxation is
Impossible now; just the Ever present hell.
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The calendar has No
meaning now: just numbers: Blurred; forgettable. |
Endless
prescriptions; Endless tablets; endlessly Searching
for relief.
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These final
scratchings: Tale told by an idiot? Or mad
masterpiece? |
What legacy for
My beautiful daughters? Mad Dad or mad dead dad?
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Each day a lifetime:
The tortuous tape loop with Its incessant voice. |
Was it really just
Hearing impairment? Or did I stop listening?
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Some enlightenment
Through suffering, sure; but a Little late for me. |
Time terrifies me
Now: a driverless train: Locked; unstoppable.
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My real life was
You, Tom, the girls; instead I Fucked around with art. |
Intolerable
Anguish: intolerable choice: Intolerable.
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You were my Sad-Eyed
Lady of the Lowlands, my Shelter from the Storm. |
My identity Has
always been pain: the Man Of Constant Sorrow.
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Disidentify With
pain; surrender to it; Stop hurting yourself. |
The pain-body
needs Pain; it creates it; it feeds On it; it wants
it.
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Pain is locked into
The tumbling double helix Of my DNA.
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Hard-wired
suffering; The need to punish myself; But for what
offence?
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Could I live without
Pain? My raison d'etre - ah, That is the question. |
Was it nature or
Nurture? Destiny? Or just Old-fashioned bad luck?
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'We cannot get
out.... The end comes. Drums, drums in the
Deep....they are coming.' |
How long can you
keep Out the thoughts? A second? Ten Seconds? A
minute?
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The remnants of a
Previous life: camera: Shell Guide to Norfolk. |
Root-ball laurel;
yew; Box; photinia: remnants Of a present life.
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Each day the battle
For sanity and balance; Each day the defeat. |
The brain
is fog-bound Now: stumbles, lumbers; cannot Get back
to the path.
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Two and a half years
Into my afterlife and I still long for death. |
Mending a puncture
Is now rocket science; the Patches perplexing.
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No capacity For
making good memories Only murky ones. |
How did
I get such A very low opinion Of myself mother?
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When I was alive I
loved the unforthcoming Landscape of Norfolk. |
The
impossible Conundrum: hell for me or For my family.
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My every third
thought Shall be my grave: indeed or, For me,
every thought. |
Shed.
Once a bastion Of orderliness; now I Can't find
anything.
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Each day the brain
tries To solve the problem; and each Day it fails big
time. |
The
compass in my Head has broken; so I am Mad
north-by-north-west.
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My old 'Spidey sense'
Has gone now - leaving a veiled, Intermittent pulse. |
New
barometer Required for small changes In the bad
weather.
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Nothing feels OK
Anymore: people, places Things: all alien. |
I
have of late - but Wherefore I know not - lost all My
mirth (No kidding).
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OK to be not OK? Or
not OK to Be not OK? Hmmm. |
All my
beautiful Norfolk horizons shrunk to A blank window
box.
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I blocked out life and
Death for as long as I could; Then they both rushed in. |
I
sleepwalked through life Missing all the wake-up calls
Till the nightmare came.
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Once Nevis, Scafell
And Snowdon: now I stagger To the local shop. |
No one
is to blame: Just an unfortunate set Of circumstances.
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Writing used to be
My Patronus charm; keeping Out the Dementors. |
Soon
the time will come When I need to decide to Put up
or shut up.
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We saw something in
Each other but what was it? Love? Need? Tragedy? |
A
meticulous Haiku chain; weighed syllables; Long
suicide note.
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I trudge through the
sludge In my very own Gulag Archipelago. |
In a
parallel Universe - there is a bright Happy Cameron.
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Calories enter My
system and the flatline Rises up a nadge. |
Home
was always my Sanctuary, my study - But now my gaol.
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Whenever I go Out -
I feel like Captain Oats: And may be some time. |
Been
over it a Million million times: and it's Still
impossible.
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Still struggling to
type: Hand-eye coordination And brain all skew-whiff. |
Mum was
a tightly Wound ball of anxiety, Anger and darkness.
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Dad was a good guy -
Apart from his affair - which Crippled him with guilt. |
I am a
bully To myself: unforgiving; Relentless; cruel.
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I was a master Of
resistance - but the Borg Were right all along. |
Anhedonia Is the life for me - the dark, Bleak
monotony.
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Can I write my way
Out of this hole: or should I Simply stop digging? |
Some depressives can't Get out of their bed; I can't
Get out of my head.
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Oh, I wish I'd looked
After my brain and spotted The dangers of drain.
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Not a desire to Die - but a desire not to Keep
living like this.
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Two hundred times a
Day I think of dying; and Two times of living. |
How did he lose both Sylvia and Assia? How? Now I
understand.
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What can I say that
Isn't apology or, At worst, a farewell? |
The only way now
Is the Way of the Cross; The suffering way.
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I always lived on
A cliff edge: narrow footholds: A long way to fall. |
I awoke in the Deep my
own Balrog: a dark Malignant monster.
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Our conversation Is
perfunctory: dogs and Food, dogs and food, dogs...
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The word 'suicide' Leaps out from pages - even
When it isn't there.
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Black thoughts are coming Quickly now: not single spies
But in batallions.
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Ultimately, no Words to express the hopeless,
Desperate despair.
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Spatial distortion;
Brain-fog; memory loss; black Thought-storm; dizziness. |
No relief from the Thought-storm: just unrelenting
Wind and hail and rain.
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No capacity For
rewarding myself; no Congratulations.
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The landscape of my Childhood was a frozen one; With
soil like iron.
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For years I trawled
The I Ching and the Tarot For
reassurance. |
My body has been On terror alert for three Years;
taut; traumatised.
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Andrenalin and
Cortisol flood my system: Flight or fight or freeze.
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My amygdala Has been firing for three years: Dark,
primitive fears.
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It is not your fault;
It is not my fault and it Is not the girls' fault. |
In the end, what can I say? Maybe: So long and Thanks for all the
fish.
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If this were a climb
I would name it 'Inferno' And grade it E10. |
Regrettably it Is the truth: always winter But
never Christmas.
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What can I give you?
Only my damaged presence For another day. |
I only have two Choices: both utterly Unacceptable.
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Exit interview
Complete; do not return to Desk; leave the building. |
Pain unbearable Now: relentless; unrelieved; Searing.
Help me God.
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Tired; hopeless;
dizzy; Tormented and suffering: Longing for peace now. |
Black dog in the bones; Black dog in the synapses;
Black dog in the soul.
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Half-dead-stumbler:
brain Misfiring; senses askew; Daily tasks harder. |
If I was a dog They would put me down - citing Quality
of life.
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Forgetful; challenged;
Anhedonic; tortured: sunk; Entering endgame.
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The dreadful grinding Slow wheel of time: tomorrow
and Tomorrow and...
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I was always in A
hurry to get things done - Escaping the now. |
I have endured this Unimaginable hell For three years
now. And...?
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Can I get out of
Here with any dignity In tact? Uncertain. |
We are rats in a Sack: biting and clawing and Hurting
in the dark.
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What previously
Sustained me has gone now: words And occupation. |
How will I get through Another day? Suffering And
struggling is how. |
Sorbus and prunus
Are in bud now; but I might Not see the new leaves.
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Leaden-limbed, brain-fogged Lummox: moribund, morbid-
Mouthing mannikin.
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My only pleasure Is
the Ambrosia Rice Pudding sugar rush. |
Black dog fits over Your head like a caul, like a
Tight hood, like a noose.
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I am made of lead
Now: lead bones, lead flesh, lead skin: Moving is so
hard.
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My brain is over- Thrown now and my poor, weary Body
shutting down.
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The earth's gravity
Has increased - pinning me to The floor, crushing me.
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Just pain now: that old Twisting, turning - unending
Knife-through-the-heart-pain.
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24/7 365:
fucked. Suck it up Or top yourself quick. |
Learned helplessness was Disguised as art: they fueled each Other
and felled me.
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Like bindweed in
the Old hedge - it curled and twisted Round me so
tightly. |
Nothing (it seems) will Bring back my balance or my
Spatial awareness.
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I stopped buying
clothes. What use has a dead man with Shirts and pants
and socks? |
Everything is just
Restatement now: let the words Subside: slip away.
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...and the Mindful
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All day long the smoke
From the fire pit drifted up Over the forest.
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Chop vegetables;
Wash dishes; look out at the Golden autumn leaves. |
If you can't change it - Accept it;
embrace it; then Surrender to it.
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Today, satori Seems as far off as ever:
Ungraspable ghost.
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Through the nursery
Mud - the wobbly wheel of the Sack-barrow squeaks,
squeaks...
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Listen, feel, touch, smell,
See the present; allow it To be manifest. |
In the bowl are
the Yellow bananas: bunched; curved Immovably here.
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Look at the bamboo
Leaf: its delicate finger Coming to a point. |
Sometimes dear appear - Alert under the pine trees:
Watching me pot-up.
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Blustery wind
shakes The bamboo stems; agitates The pointed
leaf-tips.
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Cleared the snow from the Path today revealing the Old chequerboard
tiles.
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Robin
singing in The willow tree today. Can It sense
spring coming? |
December sunlight:
Planting out liquid amber Whips in the far field. |
Dogwood and
dog-rose; Blackthorn and buckthorn; hazel And liquid
amber. |