Dark Lady Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Dark Lady

Rating: 5.0


A light which left and gathered in the eaves
Rough waking - weary slouching to unease
A voice that chides that no one ever sees
A flickering mirage of our best beliefs

Stale actions further frozen by degrees
Terrors sown that trash the flowers and trees
A choice of loss that every ill perceives
A cult that flays a gash on devotees

A future that is worse than death foresees
Repetitions which become decrees
A mindless pain progressing mind's disease
An outcast that may never ever please

A loss of mine and me beyond retrieve
The image lets the empty mirror seize.

Thursday, July 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On hearing Joanna Lumley and Melvyn Bragg talking about their 'Nervous Breakdowns'on TV.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Simone Inez Harriman 20 June 2017

A poem that describes depression so well. It seems nothing will soothe the black dog in the mind of sufferers.10+

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