Anchor.

I've been searching
for answers I already know,
wasting my breath
on truth nobody will believe.

Maybe I do like to believe I'm the same
I'm just like everybody else
fighting back fears,
my tears I wasted
on false beliefs I thought was love
my screams I've drowned
somewhere beneath my burned out lungs.

Oh, I'm tangled in thorns
my body I'd convinced myself
was made of stone.
I'm sinking in the sea
an anchor my body is
stuck under water,
there's a loneliness sinking in
nobody to hear me,
nobody to see me
I'm behind a mask
my bare arms and legs bound..
an anchor in the ground.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Reading a fair amount of writing from younger writers here at the cafe, I would say that depression is a pretty common theme & this is one of the most realistic depictions of how it feels to be a young person feeling depression or despair. I was having a very realistic flashback as I read this, it so closely resembled the way I used to think 40 years ago when I had no idea what depression was, even. We weren't tuned in to psychology or mental issues back then. Your poem gives a sensation of "bobbing" as if floating & sometimes going underwater, but then sometimes coming up & feeling like you could handle this, it's nothing, just keep on. That is such a subtle nuance about depression, that wavering of how one assesses how one feels -- it's exactly like a cork bobbing on water, sometimes going submerged -- your imagery thru-out the poem is so spot-on in this way (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you very much for your kind comment, I am glad to know you've enjoyed this.

[Chase Dylan]

An anchor to the ground...
First the brine
Then the dark of loneliness
The edge of land
The weight of burden...
Truth...
Is it a truth if nobody but us believe it?
Or a falsely held notion of hope that will burn out when faced with realities-sun...
Inspiring...
But so sad...
Very much sad
Very much inspiring through the sadness

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you for your comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

poets...poets....we scream with our words, but nobody hears...our writing lungs burnt out.
the message we imagined mattered, unheard...like Sounds of Silence..."my words like silent raindrops fell"

I really am absorbed by your writing and am feeling inspired by it.
j.

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you very much, that makes me happy to hear.

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand the poem. I feel the anchor of life upon my legs. Feel like, we have no control over what we do. I believe we must seek places where we can know peace and be free. I love the lakes, sea and the forest. Thank you Angeliki for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you, I am happy to know you enjoy this.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you are welcome dear Angeliki.