Darren White Poet Prose Poetry

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Duvet of Darkness

What it is, this pain that kills my joints
This strange duvet of darkness while
I try to brush my teeth
What it is, the distance to my wheelchair
seems to have increased
in this small room
What it is, this self-inflicted isolation
This fear of seeing people
and of losing them

Swimming in a dark damp pool
Hearing people talking yet
Can't see them, here's the fool
That wants to dance but stays in bed

Splendid colours hurt instead
What is not the wish to block
While at the same time all is gone
And nothing stays in harmony
They speak and I hear their concern
It does not concern me, still it gnaws
My consciousness, my shame, my guilt
I better not be here, they better
off without me

Don't worry, I'm only showing you
The me I am when I'm depressed
But everyone is not going through
The same, we're different: at best

We share the overwhelming sadness
That has no words enough to describe
What it is. But this is what it always is:
Don't leave us please, for even at the
point of our deepest rejection of you,
it really is a cry to stay!
How contradictory we are

This is for me, it is for every person who
Is right now in dire need.....
Here are my hugging arms 'round you
Until you're back on your two feet.

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Kim Rodrigues January 23, 2017 at 6:59 AM Great expression of contradictory emotion! I remember how God showed me just one day laid up. I had hurt my back. I had to depend on my daughter and ceased calling her, waiting for my husband to come home. God showed me great compassion for those who have to deal every day with their infirmities. Blessings my friend! Thank you for the insight. Darren White January 23, 2017 at 7:06 AM Thank you, Kim. It is certainly true that ones own problems and illness can give much more compassion for fellow human beings.

Eve Roper January 14, 2017 at 9:16 PM Depression comes to us in all different ways.. it still a need for help and a hug well written describing the emotions of a depressed person. Hugs Eve Darren White January 15, 2017 at 12:03 AM Yes, it comes in all different sorts and ways. Thank you Eve, hugs.

Agnes Krampe January 14, 2017 at 2:19 PM You describe depression really well in your poem. Sending you good wishes for lighter days. Writing can be very therapeutic as you surely know :) Darren White January 14, 2017 at 2:23 PM Depression can be debilitating, and writing poetry helps indeed, thank you Agnes :)

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser January 14, 2017 at 2:15 PM You keep the pace, your keep the surprise, you keeping glued with all your lines... Love how you presented your message.. touching reality.. :) ¬Olive Eloisa :) Darren White January 14, 2017 at 2:21 PM Olive Eloisa, thank you so much for your kind words :)

Claudia Polydoro January 14, 2017 at 1:17 PM Heartbreaking but Beautiful and so true poem my friend!... and I'll always worry, that's part of loving someone.... but I'm not going anywhere (you're stuck with me ;) ). I'll be right here bugging you all the time that you go quiet on us. Love you my sweet friend <3 Claudia Polydoro January 15, 2017 at 11:34 AM Yesssss... poor you!!! ;) <3 Darren White January 14, 2017 at 1:59 PM Love you too Claudia <3 Oh boy am I stuck with you ;)