Rebirth!

This is my second attempt at poetry. After the positive feedback I got from the last one, (Lusty little spark) I felt I wanted to put the pen to the paper yet again. This piece is dedicated to my late father. I have never myself flown through such strong depressive thoughts, but I do feel that I have an understanding as I have seen my father tumble into depression.

-Lean

Rebirth

You felt it time and time again,
A darkened gloom, that falsely friend,
Across your mind he silently creeps,
You feel alone, matted by grief,

As people we are together, but utterly alone,
Some feel the hurt, see only this room,
The walls of shade, though perfectly straight, towers downward, brooding with hate,

The ring on his finger, the symbol that was love,
The pictures within his leathered wallet, a treasure there, once pride,
The letters that pile on high; he’s shaded himself, ready to die,

Mind is pressure, mind is pain, all is piled, the entirety of one life’s gain,
To come this far, to achieve so much,
This brightly dream, churned now to a bitter cream,

Standing, he walks to the mirror,
What he sees there is never clearer,
A fragile face, once shaped, once handsomely set,
Yet these lines has so tragically fled,

“I don’t like this me, I might make it end. Would it be better, should I finally…?”

Mind sets in,
Heart wearing thin,
Pulse beats fast,
He’s not gonna last,
Raging through his veins this self imposed panic attack,
And all too soon the floor that meets his face,
Bang! Numb, and with a bloody damn aftertaste,

Darkness, emptiness, forever unfolding, falling, surging, rolling and rolling,

Now he wakes!
Eyes shooting open, breaking the haze,
Sound so vivid, life so high, the clatter of rain, thunder! Lightning! Booming, breaking, pounding on the darkened sky!
Fumbling, tumbling up he leaps, hands that shake, around the doorknob reach,
Stuck, locked, the key thrown where?
NO! It’s not ending here!
Through the window, and tossing himself clear!

He lies in the rain,
the laughter bubbling into his brain,
oh there is bleeding, oh there is pain,
but all illuminated by this final gain.

Lost what needed loosing,
Found what needed finding,
Arrived when needed arriving,

And now the now unfolds,
Each drop, each flash, each thunder a splendour,
How could he never have noticed now before this grandeur?