Good afternoon everyone, Happy Throwback Thursday!
Today we travel back to last February (almost a year!) to revisit my poem “Loneliness”. It recalls a time during my Year Abroad six years ago when I was feeling overwhelmingly low and lonely. A lot can be said for the mental benefits of companionship, friendship, communication and general human contact, particularly when you are on your own in a foreign country. Fortunately, much has changed in six years!
As sad as its theme is, I like this poem. Let me know what you think! 🙂
The notes that pour from
My music box heart form a
Emma H, age 26, 15/03/2017
This will likely be my last post before I disappear on holiday for a week – in case anyone wonders about my absence! I can’t wait to swap the brisk British weather for some scintillating Spanish sunshine 🙂 See you all in October!
Sobs rocked me to sleep
Darkness my comfort blanket
Tears my lullaby
Emma H, age 26, 17/02/2017
See that girl there?
The one that you scorned,
With that sad, pretty face,
It is a familiar phantom,
Folding its velveteen wings around me
In a cuddle comforting and claustrophobic.
It is a surging storm,
Dark and distantly rumbling
As the clouds creep ever closer in my mind.
I feel myself sinking into ravenous quicksand
As I frantically cling to your reaching hand
The soft shifting surface slowly swallows me
And my cracking voice cries for help desperately
In moonlit darkness
You turned your back to me
To chase subservient dreams
If the darkness drags me back,
With raking claws that scratch and snatch,
And blots my mind with thoughts pitch black,
Would you save me? Would you catch?
So easy now to slip from highs to lows,
To jagged-edged ridges of darkness nobody knows,
Consuming swathes of blackness that taunt the mind,
The heart and soul. The shape of oneself left undefined.
Beyond the stimulation of the bubble
Of friends, the calling of drink and dance,
Fumbling about in the daylight darkness of