Poem - 'Like a Wolf'
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| Fri, 01-09-2004 - 10:08am |
My depression is like a wolf in a pasture of sheep.
Devilishly sneaky, trying to confuse me with small amounts of anxiety.
As he inches closer my anxiety increases into a nervous fear.
Frightened of my surroundings, always on edge, always jumpy.
Tightness comes as I’m snatched from my safe haven, my peace of mind.
As his sharp teeth slash and tear at my soul I explode with irritation
There is annoyance and anger.
Feelings of aggression, righteousness and arrogance flood me.
He is glutton with a dark pleasure from devouring my being.
He is licking my blood as it drips from my existence.
As he picks through my remains, I begin to feel sad and alone.
Over sensitive because my essence has been exposed, I’m left helpless.
These feelings flood my mind as tears drizzle like rain down my face.
It is so gloomy here.
I want to be left alone now.
I don’t even have the energy pick up the pieces.
“This will pass,” I say, but it’s no good.
Too afraid to think of the future, of a time when I’ll be protected.
It will never come.
He’s always out there watching, waiting, ready to strike.

What a fabulous poem, I really liked the analogy of the wolf.