Willa T. Olivier

Need Of A Depressive - Poem by Willa T. Olivier

My need is not for things of touch.
Not bread, nor sleep, nor wine,
For these are with me ever much -
I sleep, I sup, I dine.

And yet, not sated, still am reaching,
breath on breath for truer being;
for soulful nurture god beseeching.

I grope uncertain..... soul unseeing:
weak perception, numbing sense,
keeping joy from surging high,
making sorrow less intense.

I hunger, yet I do not cry.

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  • (3/18/2005 9:56:00 AM)

    I think your poem points out that there are no answers regarding the depressive state. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 17, 2005

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