Woof.

[catsidhe]

Again that dark   and midnight dog
out of skulking   shadow comes
baleful eye   upon me fixed
to still that bright   and shining fire
which burns to ward   away the night;
that night which brings   not restful sleep
but racking wretched   wakefulness,
which hides the   creeping devils
and crushes   hope of morning.

Please forgive this doggerel. haha.

Comments

[tooticky.livejournal.com]

That was a terrible pun, but a good poem. :)
Are you feeling seasonally affected as well? The darker weather always throws me, and I tend to have my dark nights of the soul between Autumn & Winter. Especially the "Argh! What have I DONE with my life?????" moments. Or hours. For me there's nothing for it then, but to wake up properly, get up and make a cup of tea and write it all down, no matter how crazy. It helps me tame the franticness of the feeling, your own mortality, the shortness of time you have to get things done, what you haven't yet done, how you've failed yourself and everybody else in the ENTIRE WORLD... etc etc etc. Sometimes the hyperbole catches up with me and I start to laugh at myself. Sometimes I can just calm down enough to keep breathing and remember the people I love. Sometimes I can even come up with a sensible list of things to do tomorrow that will make me feel better. ;)
Writing a poem is good. What else do you do to deal with it? You're still here, and that's a sign you're doing something right, even if it doesn't feel like it!

[ravenseer.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
I know where you are at honey.
I feel it.
Poem rocks, by the way. Even in a funny, dark, cynical kind of way.