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Despair, depression, feelings of hopelessness...they're all emotions we struggle with day to day, trying to cope with this disease and all the other life pressures we face.  Forcefully trying to maintain a "positive attitude" by sheer will power has never worked well for me...it quickly disintegrated into denial and hiding from the truth about how I felt.  It has taken a while but I've finally become comfortable facing my darker feelings, allowing them to follow their natural path, and finding some "illumination" at the end...a positive sense of who I am and where I am going.  That's what this poem is about.  I don't find it depressing, but liberating.  It's an honest expression of how I often feel, and the light at the end of the tunnel.  I write to release some of those feelings but thought I would share it with you...maybe it will help you face your own dark feelings of despair and find illumination.

Despair and Illumination

By Alan Duncan

 

I cried, wet tears embracing pain,

A flowing sheet of drowning rain

That dripped through my soul’s hollow spaces,

Distorting images of anguished faces.

 

I sighed, echoing deep emptiness,

A fleeting plea of helplessness

That surged, a wave crashing on the shore

Of my aching soul, empty and poor.

 

I stared aimlessly at a darkened wall,

Enshrouded in the mist of a funeral pall,

Blurring the raw edges of my soul’s existence,

A dark shadow that kills resistance.

 

I whispered, an endless litany,

A stream of wrongs invoking sympathy

For sleepless nights and wasted years,

My soul drowning in a pool of fears.

 

I dreamed, pursued by twisted shapes

Of vampire spirits in dark black capes,

Sucking my soul, purged of life’s fluids,

Shriveled remnants of pagans and druids.

 

I prayed, for divine intervention,

Grasping for a promised redemption

To lift my soul from a bottomless pit

That consumed my sanity and arid wit.

 

I breathed, expelling dusty, dry air,

My lungs empty, a surging flare

Inflamed my soul to search for hope

As dark despair and fear elope.

 

Sitting alone, entombed by the dark night,

Dripping despair silenced by the sight

Of grey shadows deepening to black,

Blanketing my soul from front to back.

 

I sat waiting, straining to pierce the dark,

My soul pensive, anxious to embark

On a journey out of darkness to light,

A sanctuary of peace, illumination bright.

 

The morning dew dampened the barren ground,

Wind whispering through autumn leaves, a solemn sound

That cracked the dark veil,

Revealing the dawning light so pale.

 

I rose to greet the rising sun,

Arms stretched wide, a plea to come

Into the warmth of bathing light

That burned away the dying night.

 

O ecstasy of illumination,

Filling my soul with anticipation,

Fed by the darkness, exercised by fear,

Drained of shadows as grace draws near.

 

I hope you find peace and joy in your life,

Alan

 

dear Alan, Wow!, your imagination on a grand scale inspires me to draw, and write and think of new things. Thank you for sharing. LyndaGreat poem Alan and thank you for sharing it with us.

Alan, you should put your poems in a book.

this poem reflects the way i feel, the pain, lack of sleep and endless wanderings throughout the night.

Thankyou

Sallyak x

Another wonderful poem, Alan. I am so impressed with your talent. I've saved as many as I've seen.  Where did you learn to write like that?  Did you study in college?  Were you mentored?  Have you been published? You should pursue it - I wish I could advise  you.

This is not one of my gifts, which is probably why I admire it when I see such good work.

Kathy

Thanks for all the kind words.  I write to release all the stuff that gets stored inside...so it's very personal.  I didn't learn to write..it's just part of who I am.  As for my education, I have a PhD in Physics and work as a scientist, which I also enjoy.  So writing is a hobby, something I enjoy, and being able to share it with you is a real privilege.  I haven't published anything.  There really isn't much of a market for poetry anymore and I'm not really interested in commercializing my writing.  Thanks for your interest.

Alan

Well then.  Why aren't we calling you Dr Alan????

Alan,

Thanks for sharing your poems - they hit a chord with many of us.  Keep writing, keep saving them, and one day publish that book !!

Lorraine

Thank you for sharing.

It is easy to see how writing poetry is such an emotional outlet for you. 


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