The hour glass

A ghost of a whisper, a tracer,

A conversation, connection, a thread,

Intangible, at best,

I need a helping hand, to

Pull me from the darkness

and the quicksand,

A cry for help, drowned inside,

does not fill the silence,

A voice on the phone,

A ghost in the machine,

A random text,

A little crack of sunlight,

To break the night,

And show that hope is out there,

Fucked, depressed and alcoholic,

Screaming poems into a blood red moon,

And still no one listens,

Am I invisible, do I f*****g exist,

Can the monstrous voices roaring

Round my head be heard

By none but me,

I need a trail of breadcrumbs,

To find my way back,

Lost, I say, lost,

The blackness is too black,

And chaos/noise rips and shreds my brain,

My only solace - 

The joyous pain of migraine,

I need some one to shout my name,

Just once,

Before the ocean tide sweeps me away.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I felt the struggle in the words.
"The joyous pain of migraine,
I need some one to shout my name,
Just once,
Before the ocean tide sweeps me away."
The above lines could stand alone. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[gram linski]

Once again, you're welcome, Coyote Poetry, glad you liked it

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy.

[Lorry]

Screaming poetry let's us be honest with ourselves, without ego getting in the way of pretending it's all just peachy, for fear of being seen as fallible, flawed and in pain. Which also sums up life.
Maybe we should all scream more and we would see all the masks of pretending finally slip, leading to us seeing everyone as the fucked up souls we all are.
I like this scream. Its like it comes with subtitles in 48 point bold. :)

[gram linski]

I like yer review, dude, it's better than the poem

[Onlyme]

Many souls have felt these same feelings all alone in a crowded room. For so many reasons. Maybe shyness, feel awkward, scared, lack of self-confidence and more so depression and anxiety to where they are in their own little world. So many other reasons besides. It's not a nice feeling to feel.

[gram linski]

Glad/not glad you understand, I take it you are in the know, cheers Dawn

[Onlyme]

I have........

[Paul Bell]

A lot of despair in this write.
Sometimes you wonder if you really exist.
Actually, sometimes in company you think the same thoughts.

[gram linski]

Exactly, dude, all alone in a crowed room,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Go to the light! (Poltergeist 1982, Stephen Spielberg)
This is a powerful, brutal and sad piece told like swallowing glass shards. It flows with anger, disappointment, loneliness and desperation. You set the scene well and describe all the emotion and angst of someone trapped in a spiral of defeated hopelessness. A torrid read indeed Gram.

[gram linski]

You're a cheery f****r, John, I thought it was quite an uplifting piece, lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A dour Scot?

[gram linski]

Yes, indeed !

[Chris Shaw]

Can you hear me shouting your name? Your words full of despair. Don't let the tide sweep you out to sea for you never to return. Seek and you will find. There is help out there for addictions. That's where you took me.

Chris

[gram linski]

Thanks for the shout, Christine, glad you enjoyed it, don't worry the waves are only just licking my toes

[Chris Shaw]

Tickling is OK, licking is OK, drowning isn't :)

[free spirit]

Wow, I could feel the anguish through your words.
every line amplified this anguish and one cannot help but empathize with them.
Be reassured, hope does exist.
It exists within us, we just have to look hard enough..
Take care and be blessed..

[gram linski]

Thanks, free spirit, the hope ebbs and flows, but I know it is out there, a pin prick of light, in the great dark night,