Poems and Writing 2011 – The Boy Behind The Glasses.

My Depression Wrote Me a Letter (Originally Untitled) – Written Wednesday 11th May 2011 (Aged 36)

my depression –
wrote me a letter
one in a bold typeface
it said, you need to be better

i would love to enjoy falling in love
instead of being scared to death
it takes my heartbeats,
and my breath

i never thought –
i would imagine –
those thoughts again
not in a way –
where it seemed likely
or just comfortable

i hate the way –
so called pious people –
throw moral missiles
from the church steeple

people add layers –
to their personality
but i see through them all
i see the hurt and the pain
i see the confidence so small

does the seaview
change what you really see?
does the painted
antique fireplace
supplement the smile

i looked at somebody,
the other day
and i thought,
i always crave
that stability of personality
rather than this extreme
well plauralise that

swim with sharks
if you dare
play with lions
if you care
match a giraffe
in a telling stare

a certain amount of insanity
always seems –
to bubble around me
uncertainty,

life is different
hanging on,
where will i be going
settee canoodling
giving way,
to post twenties doodling

	James Garratt on Truths Come With Sharp Edges…
	Helen Woodall on Truths Come With Sharp Edges…
	Thirty Something Par… on The Boy Behind The Glasses: An…
	Another Adventure (O… on The Boy Behind The Glasses: An…
	A Time Like This… on The Boy Behind The Glasses: An…