Mental Health Month - In the Wallows

A series of what it's like to live with. I offer no quick fix solutions.

In the Wallows

I sit

Slouching really

In the tepid gloom

Of a season in decline

An unflinching force

Towards winter

A lowly lit room

A pathetic metaphor

For my fatalistic mood

Defeated, it feels

By the everyday

The alarm chime, the routine to rise

The traffic, the commitment

The morons whose mistakes

Aim to trip us up

Our constant guard exhausting

The arsehole whose harsh words

And selfish actions

Taint our worldview

And make it all

Unnecessarily difficult.

And now I’m aware

That I’ve gone from

I to Us

As though I’m speaking for others

Universal practices or not

Whereas

It’s just me here.

The battle is very personal

And right now

I feel I’ve lost.

That’s the true evil of depression

That the current mood

Stands for all time

The pervading, cloying doom

Eternal.

Whereas in half a day

I may have clawed my way back

As we often do

As those aforementioned tediums

Require that we must

As money is still required

To survive.

So I’ll rise once more

No doubt

But for now

I’m home

In the wallows.

marina by m.tau

At the end of the series I'll be compiling this poem and 9 others into a pdf for download, called All Empires Crumble. All are from 2019.

Email me if you want to chat, or call a help line if you feel that bad.