The dark side of the moon…

Depression is such a lonely illness and rarely understood.

Darkness is descending, angst intensified
an overwhelming hunger for oblivion.
Floating to the dark side of the moon
hidden from the indistinct obscurity of life.
Cloaked in a lonely cocoon, living in shadow.
The catatonic state preferable to animation
with the obliging sanctuary of the moon.
A dire existence brings a strange contentment
waiting for the lifting of misty vapours of disquiet.


10 thoughts on “The dark side of the moon…

  1. You’re not alone.

    The darkness comes down
    and there’s nowhere to go
    but walk blindly in circles
    and know
    what you see without eyes
    changes the nature of next light.

  2. donna says:

    Darkness Helen can be a very solitary place, concealing itself and festering away inside like clouds of mist unconscious of what is happening: taking every day as it comes and waking up craving that today is the day that you start to feel restored, and when that day still hasn’t appeared you feel yourself floating far-off into the presence of shadows just praying for the light to surpass: hope and faith is what we must believe in; the cherubim will not let us surrender.

  3. Loneliness is right: isolation plays such a large part n feeling like this. Your writing is so evocative, Helen.

  4. bandsmoke says:

    It’s a strong, wonderful piece Helen 🙂 I hope you know that your twitter buddies are always close.

  5. bandsmoke says:

    We’ve missed you online, hope everything going ok?

  6. I echo Linda’s comment: hope all is ok.

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