Keith Johnson

Bronze Star - 2,708 Points (9th June 1944 / Cheshire, England)

Dark Lady - Poem by Keith Johnson

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.

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 about Dark Lady by Keith Johnson

  • Simone Inez Harriman (6/20/2017 5:00:00 PM)


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

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 24, 2014


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