A fiercely tight as light garment
You won't spare cruel comment;
To put it on a self torment,
To take it off: you shall lament.
Garment's troubles wearers foment
And the needless pains augment,
Sooner on your waist liniment:
A sweet fashion–imposed ailment
"Just,you watch Laura's face,ferment
You'd think she's from dad's interment"
Laura's thigh had yelled in the skirt,
Her helpless pelvis rudely hurt
By a skirt like a reply curt
And like The Biggest Sin a dirt...
"I see Laura's Mum's hate cement
Tight miniskirt not a raiment".
Categories:
self torment, addiction, allusion, clothes, woman,
Form: Rhyme
great pleasure in self-torment;
the more painful, the better.
Addicted to discomfort,
feeding it with glee!
Date written: 06/17/2021
Categories:
self torment, people, perspective,
Form: Dodoitsu
Without light,
No sensation of sight,
Udder black.
I remember loving the light:
Variant shades of life and delight,
Emotions that rose and fell
And confidence.
“Don’t ever think you will win”
Reverberates within, and then I pretend
That renewing my mind,
Capture each thought,
A change of thinking
Will fashion success, lead to joy, but
That weak link will break.
I am not now the strength to achieve
Greatness created by younger stars,
Positive, with fire and fight.
Despair without reason is hard to take.
Chemical brain malfunction may tell us why,
But decades of self sorrow and pain go unexplained.
And where is that damn God?
It’s one way to live after all:
Depression, self-torment, and pain.
The curse of us depressed is to dream of
A fresh start for the next dark day.
Categories:
self torment, depression,
Form: Free verse
Tortured souls echo midst shadowed loneliness
Traveling the arteries of depressions hell
Ever increasing self-torment ripples
Whilst suicidal thought forms emotional swell
Where all but lost screaming companions
Personalise this vortex, this dull pain
Darkness becomes a black sunshine
Tears form, the only rain
Loneliness suspends fragile of state of mind
Whilst choking pleas becoming a little too much
Fingers arthritic claw for gloved hand of hope
Despairingly naked, searching velvet touch
This place knows no horizon
No beginning nor is there an end
Sat within such self-piteous addiction
Tortured reflection becomes tortured friend
The darkness that envelopes this vacuum
Has hope stumble forever groping lost
No penetrating warmth of summer's eve
Nor extremes of winter's frost
Shadows that stalk this mental wasteland
The vulnerable they will always find
Steeping a lost soul within such depression
Forever haunting man’s fragile mind
Categories:
self torment, depression,
Form: Rhyme
I moved out from under,
I bring my own thunder,
I don't cheat myself
I don't self torment
I'll pen my loss
vent the difference
participate life
in mode positive
I'm off the fence
not part of the problem?
part of the solution?
decided for my life,a resolution?
I celebrate my past,
my strength, my courage resides,
I know where I come from
scary, but it's true
I have the scars to remind me,
...the knowing thank God
I am not like you
so here I am with my courage,
my strength, my wisdom, I have
arrived,
took me well over twenty years
of baggage...
the most important decisions
make themselves
...the truth reveals itself
you wounded my spirit,
you did not destroy it,
you are dismissed,
return to hell
Categories:
self torment, passion,
Form: Lyric