A mouse snuffles through
A bag of bread crumbs.
It seeks grain to chew
And sate its hunger.
What does my stomach
Crave to digest and
Break down? I covet
Some form of rapture,
Like dogs with a bone
Or birds with a worm.
With this ache grown
To its final form,
I turn deep inside.
Will I starve before
I forsake my pride?
Of course not.
I cling, tenacious,
To my misery.
What goes better with poetry than a touch of depression and faking it ’til you make it?
Maybe some cake. Or things that will happen in about 4.5 hours following this post.
Either way, this was written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #192, Tenacious. You should all just be thankful I resisted the urge to write about Tenacious D. Also I didn’t know what picture to choose, so I just slapped some nonsense I liked on there.
Photo by Kaique Rocha on Pexels.com
Winding roads that disappear into darkness are always good for a poem
Haha, true. If I were better at photos, I could do something of my own.
Do it. Keep doing it. You will be good
Bravo, H.R.R.G. Bravo.
Thank you! So much slant rhyming…
You really captured it all.
This is a very good poem, H. I can relate to it completely.
Thank you! I have depression, so I was hoping it could relate to people who have it or know loved ones with it.
I am sorry to hear that, H. Two of my three sisters suffer from depression and the third from OCD. I am the lucky one, I am naturally an upbeat person.
That’s excellent! I’m doing much better now, but it’s been many years of therapy, medication, and hard work. I doubt it ever goes away in its entirety, but I think I’m finally starting to work at some of the causes rather than just the symptoms.
That is definitely progress, H.