Henry Onwordi
The mind a transport for thought
Thoughts move along the highway of the mind affecting congestion
Look to the sky how many thoughts fly by
Will the heavens be clear or forever filled with opposing ideas
At one time there is happiness and peace
Then suddenly chaos
Train of thoughts once smooth now scattered on contradicting rails
The news cycle is endless with announcements of trouble here and there
How can one sail shaking seas filled with sinking sorrows
Mayday Mayday, the mental membranes mixed with Mania
Where is the stabiliser, is it a melody, a statement , a pill
What can heal the mind this vessel for thought
I'm Drowning in words filled with remorse
Who can hear and translate these horrors into stories of hope
Time pays homage to the development of emptiness and regression
Are words meaningful enough when spoken in pain
An ocean of perplexities surrounds my weak ship and the waves threaten to drown out my speech
Its too much, this practice of letter writing brings temporary release yet is forgotten like the dew of the morning
The dawn of the sun brings the dawn of fresh cares and shaking hopes
Can I survive yet another day on this island of solitude
Where the words of my peers feel light lanterns drifting of into the night sky.
I need a life jacket to keep me afloat in the water or at least an anchor for my wondering boat.
O Joy how can you be a beautiful horizon which can never be touched
In need of CPR so please find your sister hope and breath life into each of my lungs once more
Let me stare the madness in the face yet again and for a brief moment believe.
You take a piece of me each day
Reminding me of your presence
You write your name on each piece
claiming me as your possession
Your touch leaves me with impressions of being used
And never forgotten
I'm always taken in by your icy grasp
Gee Thanks…. Depression
Regards
Henry Onwordi