Wishful Dreaming (November 24, 2019)

Silence grows

Like a metastasizing cancer.

Every day

Struggle for words

Slipping furthermore

Into darkness.

Leaden skies

Fill horizons

With soul-destroying

Numbness.

So easy

Release control

Surrender to madness.

Knowing

Azrael's blade

Brings final closure.

Some call me

Coward taking

Easy way out.

I ask:

Where were you

When I needed support

Countless times

Beaten up?

Attacking

My gender orientation

And sexuality.

Holy affront

To your religious values.

Laughing hyena

Leading pack

Of rabid children

Attacking me.

That's where.

Sighing 

Is it too much

To ask for

Inner silence?

Laying bare

Those abusive memories

Triggers stripped.

Embracing 

An expanding sense

Of self-worth and tranquility.

Something

You'll never understand

In a century of Sundays.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: How depression is experienced by me, and some of the events that have caused it.