Loam

https://www.facebook.com/maxwell.glen/posts/10155754342488710

A heavy gloam
Cloaks my heart;
Sediments
Of loam harden,
Become stone,
Never again
To depart.
Brick by brick,
They wall up
The quick
Of my soul;
I feel the
Reaper
Taking up
Arms.

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

I hope it is a very temporary state of mind, now and then we all slide into gloam. Your description of anguish is perfect!

[Maxwell Ryder]

Thanks 🙏🏼 boss. Yes, I hope it is all very temporary. For some, no. Best regards to you.

[Mrudula Rani]

All the best ( tudo de bom) uma abraço ( a hug) -Mrudula.

[Chris Shaw]

There is some great imagery here, but there is sadness too, that the heart has become so hardened over the years, there is nothing to do but wait for the reaper? That to me speaks of a life with many trials and tribulations, and with no love in it. Your short poem although well written I find poignant.

Chris

[Maxwell Ryder]

Or a life with a big love, afterwards taken away. Sometimes having a lot of love that’s taken away provokes a worse response than a life of never having been, I think. A sense of entitlement can also defile man. Thank you, Christine! ✌🏽

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, I understand that. I wish you well and your future days less painful.

Chris

[barleygirl]

I love the way your imagery goes gradually from loam to bricks. That’s exactly how it feels, as a heart becomes hardened over the years, until there’s nothing left to do but wait for the grim reaper. By the time it gets to the brick stage, all softness is gone, & such observations become matter-of-fact as presented in the staccato tone used to convey your message (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Maxwell Ryder]

Thank you, Margie. You nailed it. Awesome. Hope you’re well.

[R.E. Ray]

Maxwell, one of the most original and powerful metaphors I've read describing depression (my interpretation), perhaps PTSD, too. Your words create what we know is so often true. It's the compiling of mental debris and clutter that eventually impairs thought, sight, and hope.

[Maxwell Ryder]

Thank you, Ray! Mental debris - that’s a good way to think of it.