The depression creeps in
and I wonder
is it all really worth it?
The silence interrupts
and I wonder,
will there ever be sound again?
Why not end it?
Does anyone care?
Do I care?
In this moment,
the answer is no.
I don’t care.
And I don’t feel like anyone else does, either.
But that’s a lie,
fed by the darkness,
and the silence.
I can’t keep dwelling here,
but it’s familiar
and out there is a bit of fear,
rolled up in the mask of light.
And I do not want to face it alone.
I hate to admit it, but my depression is back, which means that though it is not as bad as it has been, it is there and affecting my desire to be creative. I have not written anything in my new book for a while, and have had little desire to post anything new to this site.
But, that happens. I will post a poem as well tonight, but it has been difficult to keep up. Sometimes, I just have to be silent. I thank those of you who know me to keep your jokes/comments to yourself on that one. (smirk)
Also, by March 31st (deadline clock will be added to this site soon) I would like to have my first novel published through Amazon. I want to concentrate my efforts there, and get that finished. I will be rereading the novel, entitled “The Elven Prince”, writing the synopsis (which I hate doing) and posting said synopsis here. Once that synopsis is done, I’ll probably have one or two people read the novel over to get opinions.
It will be people I know reviewing the novel, but once I post the synopsis, if you think it sounds readable, or not, let me know! I really love hearing stuff like that, even if it’s bad.
At any rate, thanks for reading and as always, go forth and create!