The time has come to flood the world with the searing words of reality. Such feelings of angst and sadness are uncommon to contemporary culture and literature. Ours is a world that sees mental health as something to fix, as opposed to diving deeper into the heart of its afflicted. Affliction Poetry is a collection of poems from an unquiet mind. This "unquiet mind" brings to the surface elements of anxiety and depression, longing and loss. In her anguish, the author searches for a higher purpose amid her meager state. ...
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The time has come to flood the world with the searing words of reality. Such feelings of angst and sadness are uncommon to contemporary culture and literature. Ours is a world that sees mental health as something to fix, as opposed to diving deeper into the heart of its afflicted. Affliction Poetry is a collection of poems from an unquiet mind. This "unquiet mind" brings to the surface elements of anxiety and depression, longing and loss. In her anguish, the author searches for a higher purpose amid her meager state. Instead of directing her emotions at those who have left behind indelible scars upon her heart, she casts these feelings onto herself. The author attempts to navigate her feelings on an isolated island of melancholy, while interjecting moments of clarity, and even mania, towards the spiritual realm. Figments- Sadness Broken remnants Guttural sting Visceral reaction Waning And waxing Sadness Again and again. Shards of plastic Emptiness Fantastical Wedged into a dream. Saw you yesterday We laughed endlessly. Indelible memories Figments of me. Sheol- A grave place to dwell- This is home to the unrepentant sinner, The future of true devastation and despair. I beg and I plead for you to not cast me out! Let my torture be solely on this earth! Lord, I beg of you to be my guide. The shadows of my sin pollute my soul, And I've got nowhere to hide! Let my mind be filled with sorrow Let my spirit be filled with regret. When time has ceased to exist And I have nobody to blame- Please honor my request, Lord. Please subdue my earthly shame. Bleed- Benevolence passes And friendship wanes- Peace suddenly vanishes And tranquility slips away- You feel insignificant But somehow you don't bleed. You feel nothingness But validation is a hollow need. I shun the sadness. I play the part. I live in the present. With my bleeding heart. A handkerchief for my tears, A prescription for my grief- I still feel unsettled I still feel my soul bleed.
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