Take another short nap? That’s three today.
Look at the time; six, three long hours away.
Nothing left to do; I’ll pound on my keys.
I’ve three hours to kill before I sleep.
Depression is just a state of my mind;
Just thinking things over, an axe to grind.
Who am I hurting, who really cares?
I’ll pound on my keys of my soul’s despair.
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 
I care. 🙂
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I know you do. Thanks. If you get a chance to read some of the replies I’ve already made, it might explain my mood better.
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Thanks for bringing my attention to this, Michael. It’s brave of you to bare your soul. I even thought seriously of taking a nap today but had slept so late already today…
Yeah, that public image is sure a part of who I am–on some days. But I can almost always face my computer if no one else.
And I do care too, Michael. xoxo
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I know you do. I too face my computer daily, but sometimes the melancholy comes out and I have to confront it like a lot of others. It’s sometimes strange though how we all seem to bee connected with our thoughts and how it comes through our work at the same time.
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I love that synchronicity too. Somehow it’s a bit reassuring in a way–isn’t it.
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Love those big words! Yes it is. smiles…
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good that you write your way through the uncomfortable.
It’s so good for the soul.
write on Michael… You are cared for.
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Thanks I appreciate the comforting words. I thought a lot of poets could identify with the message.
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Interesting metaphor “Pound on my keys” The longest journey is the one we take inward. still the poet asks the question — Will I ever get there? there where life resounds with that one clear pure note…
joanny
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It’s funny how “my keys” sometimes face abuse, when they are ultimately the keys to answer almost every question that are answerable within myself. One of my Favorite poets Amy, used a fat soprano singer warming up with me, me, me as the ego whispering in http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/20/render-surrender/ … which reminded me of the one clear pure note… smiles….
Gratitude Accepted and Given…
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I have pounded on my keys through many difficult times. Writing is good therapy, I think, and one has something to show for those difficult times when they are over. I have never regretted pounding on the keys. And this IS a good poem, Michael!
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It’s good to pound the darkness out & create at the same time. Good work.
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It works most of the time. Thanks for the comment and the visit.
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I hope with writing the emotions away it felt better …
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Wht is it that’s said, “All things work towards the greater work?” Or something like that.. yeah it generally helps..
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soul’s despair,
wow.
you will see joyful sun in no time.
bless you.
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I’m having to go backwards for a bit to go forward farther later. Definitely a test at hand. Thanks for the blessing.
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Brilliant. boredom can be a cause of depression because we become over analytical of everything in them moments. You have a beautiful way with words.
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All the emotions can inspire one to write, even boredom. Thanks for your kind words Andy.
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