From Anxiety To Poetry. Simon Read

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      Descending slowly yet ceaselessly

      Old pulsing orange lamps gliding by

      Swallowed down and down ominously

      The deep cavern venting a soft sigh.

      Enveloping fug, so humid and heavy

      Whispering echoes, resentful and wary.

      Approaching swift and menacingly

      Old blurring spectres solidify

      Gathered round and round curiously

      The deep cavern means to terrify.

      Enveloping fug, so humid and heavy

      Whispering echoes, resentful and wary.

      Taking flight bolting desperately

      Old groaning cracked pillars blocking sky

      Fractured chaotic fragility

      The deep cavern roars a silent cry.

      Enveloping fug, so humid and heavy

      Whispering echoes, resentful and wary.

      For every dream that dies

      Another one survives

      For every hope that fails

      Another one prevails.

      Go seek nature’s riches

      Invest in her wherewithal

      And the world’s not such a bad place

      To be in after all.

      Enjoying a precious pause

      Just my dog for company

      Not searching for a deeper cause

      Simply being and very happily.

      I have never risked to live on there

      Though on it I sleep every night

      Which of these is the biggest dare?

      The edge of my bed, or the edge of my life?

      Trapped in over-thought of over-anxious thinking

      Mind racing and diving into darkness sinking.

      Focus fades and panic prevails

      Hope departs and life derails.

      A breeze then embraces me to awake me from this trance

      Why does life lead me on such a capricious dance?

      Striding forth with a purpose so clear

      Only to stop suddenly

      Mislaying the thought that had once been so near

      Clarity recedes into mystery.

      So many faces passing by today

      Each one a fleeting life unfolding

      Everyone with words unique to say

      All briefly stepping through life’s door revolving.

      How innocent the sweet daisies grow

      Towards the sun, in rain, through snow

      Their short lives abrupt and brutally cut

      In a world of utter madness corrupt.

      The world’s gone mad

      Humanity is slain

      Decency has died

      Life’s all to be in vain.

      A warm breeze gently scatters the sand

      A heat-hazed horizon blurs sky with land

      A nearby cricket and a distant bird

      The only sounds that can be heard.

      Lush seas of tall grass ripple and sway

      Dried oceans of blonde barley and hay

      Baked clay paths snake far out of sight

      A lonely cloud briefly softens the light.

      How cheery we shall be

      Preparing for World War Zee

      Storing sacks of pasta

      To consume during disaster.

      Studying survival tips

      To outlast an apocalypse

      No more jolly recreation

      Only impending annihilation.

      Just time to make a cup of tea

      Before arrives the next zombie

      But Bourbons we’ll forgo

      There’s a war on don’t you know!

      Deadhead the undead carefully

      And keep them off the rockery!

      Don’t mind the bodies decomposing

      Provides for plentiful composting.

      It’s lovely outside

      But I’m stuck in here

      In my head

      By my own fear.

      The sun is shining

      The door’s ajar

      But I can’t escape

      The leap’s too far.

      People laughing

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