Some days
It is difficult just to lift
My head
From the pillow;
Impossible to raise
My thoughts from the depths
In which they lie.
Some days
The strain to place one foot in front
Of the
Other aches hard;
Pain that sears like fire
Pain that leaves no scar
That you can see.
Some days
Each breath is like the very last
In bursts
Not short nor sweet;
Sucked in without my will
Chest that rises still
Then falls once more.
Some days
There are no words justs sounds that bleed
Behind
My hollow eyes;
Some days.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020
We all have these harder times in our lives, we just need to, keep on, reminding ourselves, to keep putting one foot, in front of, the other, to, keep going…
Absolutely. Thanks.
I agree! We all have those days.
Thank you, I appreciate you reading and leaving your thoughts.
I wrote about it once about some of these dreadful days.
Loved it.
I’m pleased that you ‘got’ this, B – It’s almost impossible to explain this to anyone who has not experienced depression first hand. Thank you.
I know. I had many phycal aches but nth compares to days of gloom.
So true.
So powerful Chris and so honest.
It’s hard to explain how mental pain manifests itself physically – hence the generally unwillingness to accept it. Glad (?) that this resonates with you, and thanks.
It really struck a chord with me Chris. A great poem, not a word wasted.
Thanks again.
Reblogged this on The Brokedown Pamphlet and commented:
Just wanted to share this one.
Thank you, Mark. Much appreciated.
Those days…. you captured them in a way that was both beautiful and melancholic. Some days…
Thank you, though, as I think you are aware, one would never describe them as beautiful.
The days themselves, no. But your words do a beautiful job of describing what they are like.
Thank you.
You really get to the core of the feeling, you describe it in the moment of its reality, so powerful and connecting.
I am both pleased and slightly saddened that you can connect with this. Thanks for leaving your thoughts – much appreciated.
Agreed, as Ned Kelly once said, Such is Life.
We’ve all been there and some of us never leave that place once we drift into it but the sense of limitation and imprisonment are very well captured here in this thought provoking piece
I think that, once you’ve been there, you never really leave…it’s more like day trips away to a more pleasant place. I’m pleased that this resonated with you, Peter. Thank you.
Having fought depression and severe angst for so many years now, I can relate. Now this might sound ludicrous but there are times when I’d like to simply not exist. Be one with the wind or the earth. I don’t want death because I believe in hell. I simply want to dissipate and become nothing. I hope my comment isn’t too dark.
No, not at all. I understand exactly how you have felt in such moments, and you are right, it is not death that you want but merely that feeling(if that sounds right) of ‘not being). Thank you for your thoughts on this. Glad you could relate.