Depression
-
Take in yourself, The solidness of a new morning, My beloved. Your face is so very wet, With the tears, But I implore you! Do not blame, Yourself, for yourself is too new.
-
Pain, I have endured,And pain, I never silenced.Pain has always been company,My neighbor, my friend. Pain has always flowed,Behind me,To show me,The sands of a thirsty shore. The disease called pain,Has been my cure,Has been my reminder,To who I am, the miserable one. Fate has always controlled me,Made me one with a sadness,Fate made me…
-
As a man,The night speaks harder than day.As a woman,I might falter to see the mirror,For fear of seeing what asks to quicken;And I am in pain for it all. I feel tears,More than I allow them to run.I breathe pain,More than I feel it. I sing the song of sadness and heartache,Even more than…
-
Between all stilled forms,Where tension summons up,The most felled-upon,Of sinners.There is you.There is you for the statuesThat seem to weep. They shield their eyes,Unlike you,Because you only stare,At their discarded and frozen bodies. You were loved,Like the tragedy, made to be,Made to be the most hellish curse,Of this newly-won marriage,And a conquered woman you’ve become,Like…
-
I fell with an idleness,Made to attract the many peasants,Made to attract my torture,The despondence and the belittlement. The upbringing of my guise,The romance of my mass.The church with its cross,Does all to be damned. It’s all the remains of a shape,One hung up, like a portrait on the wall,One of eyes that are listless…
-
Your shielding hands do not wash tears, But merely keep your face hidden from the crudeness, Of my blatancy. Of balance and form, of folded wings that burn.
-
Oh, so open, is my heart,To the currents beneath my feet.I have fallen in love with death,And released the veil from its eyes.Death has shown me a profound pleasure,An old song of ribs used as chimes. Beautiful, though vainly spoken,What beauty? What mercy resonates in it?Have I once loved? Where is the light?Death surrounds me…
-
I have angered you,I have made you unkind towards me,When I have been unkind towards you.I so deserve your intolerance,Your anger,Your demolition of my spirit. The pain, it has swelled,Up to the Heavens, where there is God,And he has made ashes for me.No palaces that will stand,For me to behold in grandWaiting, because they have…
-
Beautiful death,With a time, to an hourglass,There is sand, that trickles, past my form,Sculpted, as the David, and crucified,For the sins, of a one.Woman! My love, you are, as death,Never lifted aboveThe closeness, to poverty. With each groan, in savage pain,You remain enticed, by loathing.So much pain,Has crossed, your eager mind.So much shame,Has made itself,…
-
I bring thee, a rose, made of silver,For it clashes, with thy complexion,That has formed itself, through silver tears,And such sorrow, that quakes, thy heavenly bosom. God knew, who to hire,So that the artisans, would sweep their knives,To carve, the most ebony-laced form,Imaginable, to my keenest eyes. Here has my sympathy, been withdrawn,Over to the…
-
Bide thy time,For the most worrisome.For I am here to consoleAnd triumphOver thy descending tears,And over thy frozen heart. Do you believe such a burden belongsMainly with you?Allow me to take it,And to hold it.I wish to see it,And to study it. I am here,To bide thy time,For the most worrisomeOf travails.You hold a face…
-
How has it that suffering has placed a crown,On this starved mind, enclosed in a shell?When I saw a face, that was yours,I drew weariness away from that mind,And the gems grew a brilliant luster. Am I not the pain that lingers,Upon your reddened lips?Am I not the darkness that incurs,Due to the flowers that…
Modern Romanticism 