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From Anxiety To Poetry
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“I read some Albert Camus…”
I read some Albert Camus
To learn about absurdity
But I didn’t make any breakthrough
Isn’t that just the irony!
1
June 2022
“Filling with sadness…”
Filling with sadness
Slipping to madness
Sat up in bed
Thoughts spinning my head.
Every night at 3 am
Regular as clockwork
Infuriating thought mayhem
Overrunning mind-work.
Sisyphus toils
Head spun
Blood boils
Exhaustion.
3 then 2 then 1
Then none
No hours left
Bloody day has come!
2
June 2022
“«What’s my purpose?» The boy asked the breeze…”
«What’s my purpose?» The boy asked the breeze
«Go to the woods and amongst the trees
Seek the Blue Fairy for She will know
The meaning of life and your path to follow.»
The Wind replied in the boy’s anxious mind
And steered him gently so that he could find
The bluest fairy in the deepest dark woods
And show him the road from child to manhood.
2
June 2022
“He dreamt of brightness…”
He dreamt of brightness
But at sunrise
He found only darkness
And tormented skies.
He dreamt of beauty
But in the day
He found only ugliness
And relentless decay.
He dreamt of laughter
But at sunset
He found only sadness
And endless regret.
5
June 2022
“Summer’s here…”
Summer’s here
The forecast lied
For when I go out
It’s raining outside.
Summer’s here
The radio said
But when I go out
It rains on my head.
Summer’s here
The songbirds sing
And so I go out
But it’s still raining.
Summer’s here
But the rain’s incessant
So I’ll write poetry
For my antidepressant.
5
June 2022
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