Horror Author
You never see the fall
You see the struggles
Along the way but
You don’t see what
They do to you
And when they affect you
You don’t see what
You do to others
The ones who care
Are hurt the most
No matter how much
You hurt, it’s never
As much as how
Much you hurt them
Sometimes to heal
And to show how much
You love someone
You have to go away
To stop hurting them
And don’t come back
Until you love yourself
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
Is this depression –
A lack of interest
In all things
In everything
In nothing –
I just lay here
With my thoughts
No distractions
Nothing to stop me
From thinking too much
A downward spiral
Into the darkness
Because of boredom –
Am I just bored
And feel unhappy
Because I’m not
Entertained –
Are boredom
And depression
The same thing
But from different
Perspectives
Like the opposite
Sides of a coin –
I can force
Myself into some
Activity
Something to keep
The darkness away
But it’s always there
Lurking
Plotting
Biding its time
Waiting to consume
When I’m most
Vulnerable –
Why do I
Feel this way
Why do I
Always return
To the black pit
Standing at the edge
Thinking that
Dark mystery
Is more attractive
Then life
Then living
Then love –
I don’t want
To go into the pit
But I’m running
Out of directions
To turn
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
I saw the man float by
Feeding on exhaustion
Carrying victims away – False Deaths –
He approached me then turned
I was denied the privilege
To be carried into imagination
Crusty sockets – beating drums –
I wrestle with the furniture
My efforts are in vain
The man floats away
Leaving me untouched
Longing for peace – for darkness –
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 