I wrote this poem in February, when a friend of mine introduced me to a site similar to WordPress, only it was for poetry, instead of blogging: Deep Underground Poetry it’s called. I don’t quite remember what kind of mental and emotional state I was in at the time, and I certainly don’t remember what event conjured up these somewhat, dark thoughts, but it doesn’t sound good by the sounds of this (short) poem.
‘Me, myself and I the old cliche goes, but this time it’s literal
Being alone with my thoughts has become somewhat habitual.
Never mind me though, I’m fine, I’m strong, I’m cool
is what I’d tell you.
I’m broken down, I’m weak, and I’m feeble.
Somebody save me from this predator I call my mind –
save me from the insanity I’m dealing with day after day,
I can’t bear it anymore,
Save me, help me, revive me.
Please don’t leave me alone with my thoughts.’
What I now realise is that I am never alone, no matter what. And neither are you, reader!