Depression house

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todski28
todski28
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door opens, senses assaulted
stench hits
like a heavyweight boxer

roof cracked a leaking gap
junk hoarded in every corner
ramshackle stacks of this and that

a name scrawled on the wall
in high gloss pink
Amy,
I wonder as I wander
how people can live in this hovel

every room
has seen neither mop nor broom
for what seems like centuries
the gloom cast by magenta drapes
scrapes the light from the sky

I feel like Gollum in the drab and dank
mold crawls up the walls
fungal life thrives
crouch low as if the very house
may eat me alive

bathroom door hangs off its hinges
beakers of glass used for the illegal
linked by tubes and hoses
hold my nose as chemical burns
turned to watery eyes

the floor boards bear the scars of abuse
gouged and scraped
raped by neglect

one room with a bed in it
there the name again
Amy
and it seems so happy,
A smile from the dark

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MyaFeelsMyaFeelsover 3 years ago
I'm there

just like the Church, I am transported, especially when I had

to "crouch low as if the very house may eat me alive"

Amy is a good name.

todski28todski28over 9 years agoAuthor
thank yiu all for the kind comments

For GM

This manifestation of "depression" is an internal thing, I tried to avoid solidifying the house in the first stanza to convey that it is not an actual physical structure, merely an intenalisation of how depression can hit you, then the walk through is the after the first assault you kind of get stuck in this state of mind, trapped by it, without even realising it. I switched up to using definitive articles through the rest of the piece because once in that state of mind it is almost a physical thing that shrouds your thoughts and creates such weird emotions and feelings, that you don't even notice as irrational until well after it has passed.

But your point is taken, thank you for the explanation on why this style of write doesn't work for you and gives me yet more things to think about when writing

champagne1982champagne1982over 9 years ago
Stark

You attacked my senses with this poem, todski. Right from the assault on my nose and on through practically tasting the bitterness of bile rising up at the thought of such truths. I preferred this poem to be presented as if an outline, all of what rounds the sharp edges eliminated and the pertinent points standing on their own. Cutting, biting and pricking a pain response from my heart when I think about this very dark and inhospitable place. Thank you

greenmountaineergreenmountaineerover 9 years ago

I recall some earlier version, tod, if I'm not mistaken, on PF&D that I liked and commented on. I like this one too, particularly the last stanza that leaves the notion of redemption open, not be confused with religion, more like Phoenix rising from its ashes.

As an aside, the dropping of articles and possessive adjectives seems to be more popular now just as you have done in the first stanza, "(The)door opens, (my)senses assaulted/(the)stench hits.... Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I can't seem to wrap my head around writing that way. No offense intended; I've seen butters do the same and she's accomplished as you have become IMO.

The only reason I can think of has to do with the mantra that the Imagists(Ezra Pound, etc.) shouted: eliminate anything that doesn't contribute towards the image, which certainly is the case here, but I have a bias that as much as possible we should try to write like people speak, so that's where I part ways with this style.

I admit I may have a blind spot here. I just raise the question because I like to think about elements of writing, so don't think I'm looking for a response unless I'm missing something as in "blind spot."

I enjoyed the poem.

HoneyAdoredHoneyAdoredover 9 years ago
Sad, sad situation

There but for the grace of God, go I

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