Describing my depression - a poem, trigg

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Registered: 10-19-2003
Describing my depression - a poem, trigg
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Tue, 06-29-2004 - 3:22pm
I want to share this poem with you, I am not quite sure if I posted it before but if I did it was a long time ago. Thanks for reading...

MY HOUSE

I have a house.

It is not very big.

My house only has one room.

It has no windows.

My house is not very comfortable.

It has no furniture.

My house is not very warm.

It has no heat.

My house is not very light.

It has no power.

My house is painted in black.

Sunlight can't break thru it's walls.

My house is very lonely.

People are not welcome there.

My house is very quiet.

There is no laughter in it.

My house is full of books.

The books letters are written with blood -

my blood.

Nobody can read those books but me.

Sometimes the bloody letters leave the pages they are written on.

They get together and hold each others hands.

Then they dance to a rythm that nobody understands but me.

I like my house.

Sometimes I go there to join the spuky dance.

Sometimes I go thete just to watch the bizarre shadows of my letters' dance.

My house is scary.

But the only place where I am understood.

My house is my home.

When I leave it the sunlight hurts my eyes -

the voices of people hurt my ears like a thousand needles in my skin.

The coldness of mankind makes me shiver and my blood can't follow it's flow.

It stops and freezes - chilled to the bone.

The sudden noises out there make me jump.

They cause my heart a sudden pain that flows through my entire body.

Every nerve is affected by that sudden impact.

Then I go back into my house.

Nothing in my house is loud enough to scare me.

There is no stress in my house, and no worries.

Everything in my house is dead.

Nobody can die there anymore.

There is a lot of pain in my house.

But it is my house with my pain.

My house doesn't scare me anymore.

Nothing that is in my house can hurt me anymore.

I like my house.

The only things that are disturbing me about my house are the high

rent I am paying for it and the fact that it is very heavy -

because I carry my house everywhere I go...

Tammy Wise

July 1st, 2003

What yall think???

iVillage Member
Registered: 07-15-2003
Tue, 06-29-2004 - 5:24pm
I think it's great Tammy!!

Pamela

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iVillage Member
Registered: 03-22-2003
Tue, 06-29-2004 - 7:23pm

WOW!

very intense and very awesome Poem!!


I think I am talking to a fellow poet now!

*hugs             

iVillage Member
Registered: 04-18-2003
Tue, 06-29-2004 - 7:52pm

Angel Whisper i can relate alot to this poem especially the line


'Nobody can die there anymore.



WOW! now that's a safe house!


The other line that really gets to me is


...the high rent I am paying for it ...


I think you are very brave for

prodi_gal