God, please help me
survive the dungeon.
I know this might
go unanswered,
and I’m afraid
I might survive.
.
God, please help me
survive the dungeon.
I know this might
go unanswered,
and I’m afraid
I might survive.
.
Depression, Poems, Poetry, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Jamie Dedes on October 8, 2013 - 11:19 am
Painful. If you are having a bad episode – and it sounds like you are – I hope you get yourself to help.
#2 by Carl on October 11, 2013 - 10:26 pm
Thank you, Jamie. These come along. It’s a cognitive war with emotional wreckage. Some day, I may need a bed with white sheets, but today, I shake along the edges. I like to ask for help these days, and sometimes the poetry helps.
#3 by sixthsymph on October 8, 2013 - 12:15 pm
To survive is by far the more intimidating prospect. A necessity, though! Love and strength to you, my friend!
#4 by Carl on October 11, 2013 - 10:27 pm
Thank you for such kindness. We must survive when the struggle is temporary.
#5 by Hawkruh on October 8, 2013 - 9:53 pm
Short, poignant
#6 by Carl on October 11, 2013 - 10:28 pm
Thank you for your comment.
#7 by Imke Rust on October 9, 2013 - 6:43 am
You perfectly sum up a paradoxical feeling I know quite well… Here’s to you surviving again and again!
#8 by Carl D'Agostino on October 10, 2013 - 3:29 pm
Survival is victory and vaccinates for the next misfortune
#9 by Carl on October 11, 2013 - 10:28 pm
Yes, I’ve had a bunch of shots, but it gives me tools.
#10 by Liana on November 18, 2013 - 9:00 pm
This is one of those things I wish I could have and would have written…I’m soooo following your blog.
#11 by Carl on December 2, 2013 - 2:22 pm
Thank you, Liana. I am lucky for your follow.