This poem is dedicated to readers who are feeling lonely, depressed and hopeless. You have strength left in you to reach out, to dial the number and say ‘I’m not ok’.
the crowded room
is suffocating
comprehension of conversation
is fading
nodding
avoiding eye contcact
diminishing in chatter
and laughter
party is over
quick
shut the door
make myself small
curl up in a ball
sleep is not coming
live life vicariously
through social feeds
play some music
read some poetry
fighting loneliness
alone
the morning sun
is way too bright
red eyed
sallow skin
coffee tastes bland
not hungry
lack of will
to face the day
should check the mailbox
someone may wave
smile
and says Hi
it’s so worth getting up
step out
to see
hear
and
feel again
the door is locked
two metres is too far away
my will is too short-lived
rescue is too distant
drowning further down
into the whirlpool
of nothingness
on Boxing Day
Flicker of Thoughts 