The Blue…My Contradiction

The blue
creeps slowly invading my life,
glossy viscous trails
that cover and suppress all beneath it,
and I feel its dark caress,
its slow exacting approach
as it mesmerizes and stifles feelings,
and its rich blue cover glistens more,
as if to steal life and claim its own
ad infinitum.
I feel the breach,
the invasive cover
that delves so deep within,
dragging past like shards of glass
to tear at virgin skin
and revisit pain long gone,
so elegantly delivered in mind and soul
to bring back the torments of loss,
thought buried and forgiven,
just a part of living.
Yet here they are,
in stark vibrant colors,
flashing sins and ruined cities,
crumbled dreams and water-less jetties of mind,
haunting time and bringing fears to light,
like roasting on a rotisserie,
slow agony of flame and misery
projected into present,
to relive and in sufferance writhe,
when all is in my head.
The blue seeks redemption,
to face and in comprehension cease,
but at what cost to defeat this endless foe,
this seamless glossy flow of despair,
steadily coating life in blue,
and I amid its process, struggling
to let it go and find a lasting peace,
release from its intermittent affliction,
the contradictions in my very soul
within its harsh cold light.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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It is so difficult to deal with depression – it is similar to PTSD. You described it so well, Tony, with great phrasing. I often turn to the Mother when it hits me. I do this to be able to look deeper within myself to find elusive answers and causes. At times I have even put myself psychologically in a dark underground tunnel system to find the passages that will lead me to the way out, to enlightenment. Great piece, Tony.
Thanks Phyllis, so glad you related and appreciated the expression. take care.