the inability to feel
the beauty of a sunset
or feel calm when evening
peacefulness
is laid before you
lets you know that
the sinking feeling of
depression
has a foot hold
pulling you under and
making even the smallest
hope
of a better day so far away
that nothing will let you
escape from the tyranny of
despair
There's no middle ground
you understand or you don't
that without hope there is no
tomorrow
and without help
you'll find with the sunrise
just another
today
Pops 2014
There are moments in life
when nothing makes sense.
No amount of
ingenuity or strength
can get you out of the
darkness.
In those moments,
some turn to God,
some turn to family,
some turn to therapy,
some turn and run.
The measure of a soul
isn't where you turn
when faced with
senslessness,
but when you get through it,
whether you help others
through their darkest
moments.
The only light someone
may be able to see
is you.
Pops 2014
That feeling,
no it's more than that
and less,
that sense of being
when you sit on the edge,
darkness, cliffs, sanity,
no matter how funny,
intelligent,
likeable,
charming,
responsible,
sober you are
nothing fills you
but a desire
to see nothing more
and nothing less
than what you have already seen
and the flood of emotion,
that drought of love in a perfect storm
makes you take a step
into, off of, past
where you hope to feel,
no it's more than that,
and less,
you hope to be
different.
Pops, 2014
the deep red scream
silent as the darkest night
it cuts through the thin veil
letting anguish flow
like a stream released
filling a nameless ocean
the deep red scream
no one hears the pain
it cuts everyone it touches
letting doubt flow
like a river released
filling a bottomless ocean
the deep red scream
drawn from the deafening silence
it opens never healing wounds
letting fury flow
like a torrent released
filling a lifeless ocean
the deep red scream
a desperate stillness follows
it suffers the drops that fall
letting sleep come
or at least a kind of release
to push the wave upstream
repeat
Pops 2006