A Poem Called "Grind" About New Years From the Mind of a Person Battling Depression

Updated on January 1, 2018
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Old school poet. Loves rhymes. Loves Comics, Manga and Anime. Terrible at doodles. Fighting Depression, Dysthymia and Anxiety.

Kage Doodles [Grind]
Kage Doodles [Grind]

Grind

It’s a mask on a mask, we annually paste,
Convincing ourselves in several ways,
That a reset will happen and it’s all ok.
Yay!
Now I can leave it all behind.


When the clock strikes twelve, a miracle will occur,
Injecting my heart with a magical cure,
For the crippling ache in this grey mattered cup,
Wake up,
And only bottles I find.


And I gently place all my friends in a bag,
Leave it out on my doorstep and watch it’s form sag,
And slowly it hits me as my head starts to clear,
Fear!
Need to buy more friends for the mind.


And I run to the store before it can come,
Reality, the true conundrum,
The work, the people, the life hasn’t changed,
It’s the same!
This loop is a bind.


So I’m back with my friends and some of their friends,
Leaning on soft cotton rocks under a warm cotton den,
As the light from the screen shines the drops on my jowls,
Silent howls!
This is the yearly grind.

© 2017 C W Kage

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      Bella Allred 3 months ago

      C W Kage, as person who has felt these very same feelings at many a new years celebration, I feel I know what you mean. However I also have found ways to have joy and excitement in my heart for not just every new year, but every new day. I have and always will have a similar struggle within my own chemically off-the-rocker brain, but with time and proper treatment, it becomes easier to see the brightness of every passing second. Of course, I must work much harder than others to see it, but I am content with this stipulation.

      -Many blessings and much love,

      Bella

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