Forever ache

Forever ache

A Poem by Aurora (MC)

A painful memory is an ache forever,
In this ache my heart had to quiver
A world of peace I dreamt since ever,
I peep in past but stepped back never.
Survived in uncertainty, I chose to live,
Life's not to take, but so much to give.
Don't know, how long I want to survive,
However sin done on me, I must forgive.
In pain of loss I will live in a numbness,
In my ache, I'm dying of sun's darkness,
The burns I see in it, same as cruelness,
Of pity on the disability of my kindness.
Life of the one winged angels in dearth,
Is no less than the lost of souls on earth,
Ache of loss is same for lovers and both
The mother and dead child in her hearth.
The autumn of grieving leaves in silence,
They flutter in air to tell their presence,
But yellowness indicates the senescence,
Fall isn't a perception of death's presence.
I writhe in pain my poems speak now,
To this art I leave my honorable bow,
Let life have only the sorrows to show,
I'll make my hopeful smiles I'll borrow.
Unwell in mind, all shaken brain,
All my life I proved myself sane,
I'll want to die and may I'll maim,
But no more till I live, I'll be same.
I tried self-harm so far in depression,
Tired of a life in infinite suppression.
Bruised skin will leave it's impression,
Bleeding inside and dead in congestion.
My heart is limp and flaccid in pain,
My eyes seen the sorrow start to rain,
A life emerged from the sea of maim
I'm rotting inside but not the life chain.

© 2019 Aurora (MC)


Author's Note

Aurora (MC)
I tried to write during this long term depression that's making things worse day by day

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Technically, I found it interesting. Emotionally, I find it a shriek of anguish, and most meaningful to the writer. And not having been there, I can make no judgements. I will, however offer a personal insight, on the difference between a problem and a condition.

A condition has no solution. But it demands one. For example:

Susan hates her mother, because of her incessant demands, her constant whining, and her controlling nature. But Susan's mother is utterly dependent on Susan's help, so Susan can't turn her back on her. Without her help Mom will die, so, Susan can't leave...but she must...but try as she might she can't, so...

Round and round goes the merry-go-round.

Want to drive someone insane? Place them into a "condition," And then place a time limit in which they MUST resolve the issue. The result is that they will spend more time focused on the fact that they can't solve the problem than trying to solve it. I've been there.

The only way out of a condition is to change the conditions. In Susan's case it might be to murder the old lady, except that's not an acceptable solution. Maybe it's to find a way to make her problem—or Mom's problems—someone else's problem. Or perhaps there is no solution.

But my point is that it seems to me that the character being spoken of in thos poem is focused more on the result of the condition than eliminating it. So the first line says, "Woe is me." The second line restates, "Woe is me." The third line...

Anger, despair, resentment, and all the rest are symptoms. Screw them. That's not you. Address the cause. The only thing I like about psychology and psychologists is that they can help you find out how other people in the same situation, and who had the same condition, successfully turned it into a problem that could be solved.

But then, what do I know? I'm neither a psychologist of a great poet.

Hang in there. The one thing we know in life is that next year we'll look back on today's problems and wonder how we could have worried about them, because our new problems are so much worse. 🤪

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aurora (MC)

2 Weeks Ago

Ok did you just mean it was a bit nice? I feel it's my first positive review from you. Thank You! I'.. read more



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A very heartfelt, emotional, upsetting and depressing. Poem of feeling negative and unworthy. Sadly depression has that effect on us all. It takes us over. And affects all parts and dimensions of our life. We can't just switch a button to solve it or find the solution to the answer to make it disappear so quickly. But we must learn to love ourselves for who we are. And have compassion and love for ourselves. And learn to grow and accept that part of we so badly hate. And learn from it. Then in time. We become strong and unbreakable. In the sense, we understand better who we are. We are but only human and no human is perfect. We all have our flaw but we embrace them. To understand ourself better.

Posted 1 Week Ago


I really enjoyed reading JayG's review, but he's dead wrong that poetry about depression "should be" solution-oriented, rather than expressing how it feels. The whole point of writing poetry is to express authentic feelings, rather than trying to act the way other people think we SHOULD act. Besides, looking at the totality of your writing, I have never seen a young person so strong & such a survivor, when faced with relentless depression. The first ten years I suffered from fibromyalgia (all-over body pain), I had to write every morning about how much my body hurt, all the ways it hurt, I had to get that out of me & into words. The hard work of SURVIVING comes after that, after we clear our channels of the constant mind-drilling distraction. OK, enuf about responding to JayG . . . you know this is my favorite rhyme scheme, for me to do, that is. So it's fun to see you play with some serious ongoing rhyme, which you've done very well. I love that you are branching out into other ways of formatting a poem (I try to do this, too, but then I have my comfortable style that I do most of the time). But I have to be honest, your writing is not as powerful when you write to form. But that's not anything to worry about. It just takes practice writing to form, until it does not distract from how you can dig deep & pour those feelings out, in a way so powerful, I often envy you that (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aurora (MC)

2 Weeks Ago

Thank You sooo much Margie! As always I desperately waited for your review. Maybe that's because you.. read more
Technically, I found it interesting. Emotionally, I find it a shriek of anguish, and most meaningful to the writer. And not having been there, I can make no judgements. I will, however offer a personal insight, on the difference between a problem and a condition.

A condition has no solution. But it demands one. For example:

Susan hates her mother, because of her incessant demands, her constant whining, and her controlling nature. But Susan's mother is utterly dependent on Susan's help, so Susan can't turn her back on her. Without her help Mom will die, so, Susan can't leave...but she must...but try as she might she can't, so...

Round and round goes the merry-go-round.

Want to drive someone insane? Place them into a "condition," And then place a time limit in which they MUST resolve the issue. The result is that they will spend more time focused on the fact that they can't solve the problem than trying to solve it. I've been there.

The only way out of a condition is to change the conditions. In Susan's case it might be to murder the old lady, except that's not an acceptable solution. Maybe it's to find a way to make her problem—or Mom's problems—someone else's problem. Or perhaps there is no solution.

But my point is that it seems to me that the character being spoken of in thos poem is focused more on the result of the condition than eliminating it. So the first line says, "Woe is me." The second line restates, "Woe is me." The third line...

Anger, despair, resentment, and all the rest are symptoms. Screw them. That's not you. Address the cause. The only thing I like about psychology and psychologists is that they can help you find out how other people in the same situation, and who had the same condition, successfully turned it into a problem that could be solved.

But then, what do I know? I'm neither a psychologist of a great poet.

Hang in there. The one thing we know in life is that next year we'll look back on today's problems and wonder how we could have worried about them, because our new problems are so much worse. 🤪

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aurora (MC)

2 Weeks Ago

Ok did you just mean it was a bit nice? I feel it's my first positive review from you. Thank You! I'.. read more
This poem is a great improvement over your others. In every way, it looks and reads more professionally. The feeling behind the poem is concrete. This could be the foundation of better poems to come.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aurora (MC)

2 Weeks Ago

"Crying inside is coward so far,
If you can, show the mighty roar."
I'm still living i.. read more
your soul is crying out of pain,

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aurora (MC)

2 Weeks Ago

No one gets that, thanks wordman.
 wordman

2 Weeks Ago

you`re welcome

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