Friday, 11 July 2008

Self-fulfilment

self perpetuating
manic depression

we are told we're ill
therefore we walk the ill road
therefore we're ill
and get iller

lose hope
give up
apart from on the fragile surface of the smile

whereas if we
should be blithe
innocent
feeling all is well or bad
but tomorrow is new
would probably improve
our lives' expectancy.

6 comments:

Terra Incognita said...

perfectly well said.
cheers!

Abysmal Musings said...

Thanks - it was your post got me thinking. And that's the first crap poem to bubble up since May. Which hmmmmmmmmm was when I went on the Depakote... Interesting. More research please, Herr Doktor... :-)

Terra Incognita said...

well, I'm so glad, crap poetry, hm? I wonder what it would be like if I actually thought about something for a change...
LOL

Abysmal Musings said...

Sorry! Just self-deprecating... not a critique of the critic...

I'll just stop before this hole gets deeper!

colouredmind said...

Well said.

Abysmal Musings said...

Christ, all these comments were on my birthday, and I didn't even notice. Not even mine.