To be lost in a world
of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion.
The world around you
just comes and goes, drifting through fog and dense falling snow.
Every beat of your heart
sends a dizzying pulse of tainted blood, too strong to repulse.
The ground beneath
your aching feet starts to tremble and shake, you’re feeling weak.
You fall but never
hit the giddy ground, just watch it spinning round and around.
A whirling leaf,
as the jenny falls and you cry, in vain, at the pain in your calls.
With a feather light touch
and a sigh so soft, you finally reach the floor, the wild world spins aloft.
To be lost in a world
of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion. Written on April 2014. Revised 17th February 2016. Short Poems about Depression Versatile Drugs Poems Honest poems on Pain
Have something to say about the poem?
ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
I write this poem for my life, My love Which can never be mine She walks in style and her smile is fine But I know she will never be mine I stand alone in the rain Everytime I feel
Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the
It’s nights like these when I feel like an irony living within itself radiating love yet feeling unloved. It’s night like these when I can’t recognize what tomorrow holds or recall what yesterday held. I feel like an insect crawling
the first time I saw you I knew I’d love you forever because I knew I’d loved you before I was certain you’d haunt my days and swallow my nights you once seemed to love me back but you grew
Today, a man tried to kill me. He was arrested. The policeman already filled out a file. All he needed was my OK. I was OK. But I had nothing to complain. I was not even mad. Then they let