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Blue skies above me Birds sing to welcome the dawn, But nothing penetrates the blackness No ray of sunshine comes my way. Thoughts of death consume me, Eat away at my heart and my mind. There's no joy or happiness in this life anymore, No cheerful memories left behind. The sky's tinged with black in my eyes The sunlight is blocked from my view. The rain when it comes only whispers to me 'This is your world, this is your view'. Can I succumb to a life full of darkness? Where my mind is a pit in the ground. Where no ladder or rope is waiting for me - To climb out of this hell that I've found. I want to live life with hope in my heart I want to see sunshine not rain I want to climb out of this pit in the ground And rebuild my life once again. But right now, it seems, that's not to be, It's my lot to stay down and in pain. A voice in my head says I'm not worthy of help So prepare for more thunder and rain. My head wants to burst with these feelings Of destruction, death and of fear They pound away at my mind every minute 'Let us in, Iet us in, death is near'. I want to give in to these feelings Then maybe they'd just go away Or at least take a break for a short while And give me some peace for today.
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This poem was writen by a member of the Prozac Prose Group.
They meet weekly, 6.45pm on Tuesdays at the Burton Street Project, Sheffield.