First of all, I owe you guys an apology, and secondly an explanation.
I am SO sorry I haven’t been posting regularly, I really am.
What can I say? Illness crept up on me, and instead of getting well again I fell into an unforgiving pit of depression. I still haven’t climbed out of it, but I’m trying. Many of you know how seductive the claws of our monster can be.
This poem also asks the much avoided question… are we really depressed? Or are we choosing to be? And is there a difference?
So as a comeback, I’ve written a poem about depression. Poetry takes what I want to say and splays it out on the ground in an aesthetic pattern that people understand.
My blogs have always been my saviour, and I thank you all for reading and sticking by me. Thank you guys. Really. ❤
The hulking monster beckons me
I have no choice but to obey
For this cruel existence ignores my plea
And continues to pass me by
Choked in the arms of my monster
It leaves no room for me to breathe
He called me into his beautiful arms
I fell for all his sleek charms
As soon as he possessed my love, he owned me
My prince became the beast
And everyone called me an evil voodoo queen
It sickens me to my stomach and my soul
But I have to admit, I falter at his touch
The illusion of safety was better than danger
A gullible wench such as me had no choice
Weeping in fear, I turned to my advisor
But my heart walked away from me
Left with nothing but my captor, my mind collapsed
To this day I remain unsure
Do I have a choice I refuse to make?
Or am I truly captured in his cold embrace?
~ Bluebell Rizzi