One Day

by

Katherine Tildes

Sitting in my blackened room
with my blackened mood
and my blackened heart
Listening to Linkin Park
and reading Prozac Nation
Identifying with some of the things
Ellie has to say.
Depression is evil,
It’s cancerous;
it started out a tiny seed
and slowly grew
feeding of my angst,
my hate,
my fears and dreams.
Now it’s full-grown and catching
up with me.
And I can’t help but stand aside,
the convoluted emotions sweeping me off my feet.

I’m finding it harder and harder to express my
feelings with words
I need a new outlet,
something more vague,
something I don’t feel I have to share.
I can’t write music
because I cant finish any lyrics.
I can’t paint or draw,
it all looks like shit.
Considering my guitar is at home
and I can’t really play anyway
there isn’t a point to trying that again.
I guess I’ll just have to wait for the
Inspiration to come to me.

This poem seems to be two
but its actually two halves
tied together by varied pain.
Sort of like me,
the way I am,
tied together by various strings,
the seams stretching and straining
until one day I am two people.

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