Post No. 904
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Escaping the Abyss
,
A bottomless pit
Is where I’m at
A deep well leading down to hell
I claw feverishly at the wall
And cry for help with a soundless voice
Bounded by silence
Black as pitch, absorbent hush
Rain runs barefoot down my neck
Soothing all pain along my back
I feel fingers reach down my arm
Leading me, guiding me
Upward, onward, safely
Far, far away from harm
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©Denise G Allen, 12 December 2015 08:15
Post No. 827
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H E L P
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memory gaps
recalls lapse
panic saps
…… my reason
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clear lines
cloudy times
mental trips
hanging on
…… by fingertips
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searching for a name
…… in the confines of my brain
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and the more i stress
…… the worse it gets
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©Denise G Allen, 24 June 2015 07:10
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She refused to mellow with age,
Filling herself with spite and rage,
Living on the edge of insanity
Uncontrollable profanity,
Psychosis, neurosis.
Hatred tipped the scale,
Took her *beyond the pale,
Her actions were intolerable,
Her conduct inexcusable
And this impropriety caused
Her rejection by society.
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Do not let this happen to you or to anyone you know.
If you ever feel out of control, please do not hesitate to ask for help.
That’s what doctors are here for.
~~~
*en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wiktionary:beyond_the_pale
In the nominally English territory of Ireland, only the pale fell genuinely under the authority of English law, hence the terms within the pale and beyond the pale.
Meaning
Unacceptable; outside agreed standards of decency.
http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/beyond-the-pale.html
©Denise G Allen, 12 January 2013 03:18
Street Children
God help the children
In the harsh cold of winter,
Bones showing through bare threads,
Bloodshot eyes, puffed and red,
Paint, glue, meths, God knows what else,
Cheapest way to face a world
Of days dimmed to gloom,
Tranquilised, anaesthetised,
Homeless… helpless…
Huddled around a fire, shivering,
Tongues of flame sputtering
In the icy wind.
Image: Admitchell2008_photobucket.com
©DGA 27 June 2011 15:13
Pain (a)
Cobblestones assault me,
Needles in my wrist,
Pain, sharp, deep,
I lie, frozen at first.
Probing, mortified,
The dogs inch closer,
Necks stretched out,
Tails wagging, slowly I rise.
They gather around,
Eyes full of hope,
I open the gate
On my way to get help.
Photo’s: Author
©DGA
