Sunday, October 19, 2008

Poem for Holiday Depression

this is the season
that is the somber sameness
of numberless generations
following one after the other
into the vast dark emptiness
of countless dreams unfulfilled

the darkness envelops
the cold settles deep
and my bones crack with the change
wanting to bury themselves
like food fallen
from the trees
and picked up by squirrels
--forgotten--
until they have
taken root

4 comments:

Art and Poetry said...

Nice ending things take root and it all begins again!

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks!

TACParent said...

That's what is so cool about life. You can choose to be the generation that stops the madness. And whatever is dropped behind will take root and bloom into a beautiful flower.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

That's true. Although having so much depression in one's family is bound to have its affect. It tends to pile up around this time of year.

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