Sajdah Al-Riyami Poet Blank verse

A Depressive's World

I want to share
A story to the world
About where
And who is this girl

This girl with velvet Locks
Veiling such picturesque gaze
That just gawks
Out at the nebulous and ominous maze

This maze of complexion
Of the world’s splendour
And affection
And what she can’t hinder

Its feels like:
              Spilling...
Out of control...
Everything’s...
              Killing
 Like…  
 Going to-
           






              Fallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll….


And she awakes
To face the mirroring adult
In which she became
Directing her to the world’s fraudulent personality cult

And she screeches: “I wanna be six daddy!
I don’t wanna-
I don’t wanna be
A teenager Mama”

But what she whimpers
Can not be heard:
So welcome to a horrendous
To a Depressive’s World
=)

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Isa Mahrie November 7, 2009 at 10:07 AM strong at some point and the way you presenting it with a good style ..... :) isa

Dwayne Bailey July 2, 2009 at 3:11 AM What a wonderful thought invoking poem. Love the pause and continuation.

Jay Loveless June 23, 2009 at 3:51 AM Three Words. Because I Cannot Bring Myself To Write Anyothers At This Moment. I LOVE YOU. And Your Smily Face? Makes It Even Better. Makes There Light In The World. Wish I Could Meet You Sajdah <3 Boo

Yoni Dvorkis June 17, 2009 at 3:36 PM somehow the smily face at the end makes it all ok. I can't explain why, like maybe it'll stay with her through her 20's and 30's and even her 40's making sure she never sinks too deep into her new world...thanks for sharing.

Carolyn Devonshire June 17, 2009 at 9:39 AM You certainly make the reader recall times when we wanted to regress to a simpler life and time. I don't just want to be six, I want my Mom and Dad back. Setting ourselves up for a fall is what we do best when we regress to "a Depressive's World." Very thought-provoking write! Love, Carolyn