Save Me

how many of us deal with confusion, love, depression on a daily basis? the current love of my life is, unknowingly, saving me from all this mess in my head. thank god :)

 

Staring out my window
All I see in everything
Is confusion
About where my life should be.

Gray skies
Misty rain
Bone biting chill in the air
A small break in the clouds
The sun tries to peek through
Birds sing
Squirrels run, trying to get a nut.

Is it dark?
Is it gray?
Is it light, is everything alright?

I've lost control
Things are slipping
I have a faint grip
On the direction I'm going
Hopefully I won't fall
into oblivion, into a place
In my mind where
There's no hope and there's
No turning back.

I see where I need to be
It's very clear
But it's so far away
Like so much trash and
So many obstacles
Are in they way.
I can see over the crap, I see the path
Just follow it, reach the goal
What's the big deal?

Am I dreaming?
Am I awake?
Am I dead, swimming in hell?

A thousand knives are stabbing me
My head screams
Suspended
Hands flailing, reaching for something
Can't see anything but
It seems to be getting brighter
A small hole in the ice as I get closer
I reach up and hope for guidance...

Warmth on my face as I smile
And open my eyes
The sun pounds my face
As I lay on the warm ground
I have been steered to the path
I have been saved by
Pure love
If only that love could be here forever
To keep me from dying
To keep my mind and soul
In harmony.

Reviews

[RainQueen]

The confusion and desperation - the sense of inexorably tipping over the edge - that you describe in the beginning is powerful, sends the reader reeling back (or into) that desperate, blind time.

Your last stanzas - rescue by true love - It provides a wistful hope to a powerfully dark poem. Well done~

[a]

Though I wouldn't presume to say I understand how you feel, I believe I have experienced similar emotions and struggles. Everyone has, albeit in many different levels and colors. Because of this, your poem relates to everyone. Wouldn't it be nice if love were guaranteed to stick around? It's not, but your poem has that little bit of hope that it is. A strong beginning and a sweet ending. Very nice poem. I hope you find love wherever you need it.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem told a real story. Easy to be locked in and see very little good in a life. A wise person escape their boring life and find a place where they can be free. I like the positive ending to the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[R J Askew]

I felt like this on Sunday. I went for a walk. It had snowed heavily the previous night. The world was totally white and grey. Black was the only other colour I cld see. I felt totally dislocated, briefly. The physical scenery seemed like the inside of my head. But there was also a beauty in the starkness, which i photographed. The mood you describe too acutely is one that many of us feel frequently in our lives. it is entirely normal, not nice, but definitely normal, life being... esp for many creative folk. But you have found the sunshine that bursts through it all The last verse is really strong, in part because of the sadness that precedes it. The contrast between the grey and the sunshine is total.

[EMF]

Groovy.

As romantic as it gets, in time. I love the way you start and lead the reader one way then flip 'em. Great job man Great job