Home Again Alone Behind The Eyes Behind The Eyes 2 Cleansing Of A Soul The Cliche X-Mas Wall Demons My Gift Inside Looking Back Near You The Raven Twister |
This is my first published poem. You will leave this site to go and see it(so please bookmark me if you haven't already done so), but I hope you will not only like the place it takes you, but return to this site often. The webmistress there has kindly given this poem a wonderful home. I love her dearly as she understands all too well the meaning of "depression". Please be kind to her, for she is one of the "good people" on our Earth. |
It is a poem about the ups and downs of Depression. No, not like losing your current flame (although that is difficult, too), but real life depression, that comes out of nowhere, and just as suddenly disappears into nowhere as well. The kind that makes people lay in bed for weeks at a time(I been there too many times), and then makes you act as if nothing was wrong. I am supposed to take 40mg of Prozac for mine, but I hate how it makes me feel sometimes, so I usually don't. |
I guess what I'm trying to say is that all of these poems are about losing love, while this one is about losing life itself. Ironically, this loss of life (or respect for it, if you will), is the driving source of my poetry. |
I wish I could find all of the old ones to share on here. They would express the ups and downs, because most of them were written in a different state of mind than |
"Twister" |
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Well enough with the rambling, on to the poems. Enjoy.-Kris |
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