AN ADDICTS’ LAMENT:
DEPRESSION
One thing can’t be denied about depression,
It wounds to our souls, yielding no concession.
Though our tears freely flow, pouring like rain,
It has no compassion, but increases our pain.
When our souls are overcome with grief,
We withdraw to our rooms, but there is no relief.
Though we’re knocked down, tread upon, beaten, and floored,
Depression injects pain that cannot be ignored.
When we’re abandoned, betrayed, and dumped by the wayside,
Depression consumes us, as if by a landslide.
It comes not as a tale, nor as a myth,
It’s a force that demands to be reckoned with.
When the pain from our loss refuses to be brief,
We must enter into the process of grief.
A necessary process, through which we must travel,
We may pray that we die as our minds unravel.
How could others inflict pain, so impaling and heated,
When we treated them as we wanted to be treated?
Though we struggle along, drawing strength reserved,
The pain hurts even more when it’s undeserved.
Then when life becomes too torturous to bear,
Insight comes from a Power, who really does care.
He comforts me and puts my mind at ease,
When I remember I’ve survived things worse than these.
And if not, I’ll consider the plight of another,
One who’s lost a child, father, or mother.
Or a child in a wheelchair, watching others at play,
“What’s fair about this”, to himself he must say.
When depression devours, I’ll stand back and see,
That so many others are worse off than me.
But they still carry on, to grow and thrive,
It’s then that I know, I will also survive.
Glenn S.
The only times when I can’t remember,
Are the months from January thru December.
My brain is frozen hard as a rock,
I’m in a daze, a mental block.
Ted Nugent has made everything hard to hear,
But I know that one thing is perfectly clear!
And that one thing is . . . Hey, wait a minute cuz,
I just forgot what that one thing was!
Now my friends say I’m a computer junkie,
Well I think THEIR brains are a little bit funky.
Who needs food and sleep, I can do that later,
When I get my database a little bit straighter.
Now I dream about things like “delete” and
“font,”
But I can quit, anytime I want!
I’m not Al Bundy; who needs a “Hooter”?
I’ve got my 486 computer.
Glenn S.
In the middle of the night, my body says “Sleep,”
But even when I try, I’m in thought too deep.
“Who’s on-line” would be racing through my mind,
I’d come right back to Cyberspace, to see what I could find.
In the middle of the night, my eyes want to shut;
But I can’t do that, I’m a computer nut.
Eyes intently glaring at the radiating screen,
Cooking my corneas like a re-fried bean.
Mom said the screen will make me go blind,
As it has done among the masses,
I then said, “Mom, would you mind,
If I do it until I need glasses?”
If I could BE a computer, it would be worth,
All of the money upon this Earth.
I’d propose to my true love, and in a short while,
I’d plug into her sockets, with an ear-to-ear smile!
Together we’d live in wedded bliss,
From now through the millennium.
If I tell her to give Steve Urkell a kiss,
Think he’d change me into a Pentium?
Glenn S.
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