Dark Roses

January 29, 2017 — Leave a comment



Depressed so I close my eyes

But no sunlight there,

Deep breaths


To maximize the effect

Of the prozac and ativan,

But nobody knows

What it’s like,

Trying  to get out of a locked room

When the key is missing.

Mind , spinning like a projector

With the same old pictures,

Panic and sheer frustration

Knowing fine well,

Chemicals are in control

And my sobbing  soul

Is powerless.

If I can’t even conjure up sunlight

With eyes closed

Seeing God is quite impossible,

Makes me think

That I only believe

When I can.

I’ll be like this with withering black roses

In a cracked vase

On my sideboard,

Until the slimy petals drop

Until the chemicals determine

I’ve had enough,

And they take a rest

Until the next time.



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