A poem on melancholy, depersonalization, and perception — Warmth on my eyelids sinking into my skin, My fingers start to gently tap on the desk To a melody forgotten by man: the gentle song of silence. The breaths feel lacerating but unsharp; They’re slow and heavy; And I can only hear the taps and my exhalations. It’s dark…

A poem on self-loathing and ingenuity — Sinking slowly into the summer warmth, Where the days get longer and the nights grow short, And the quiet lasts for just a moment While the sky falls still And the flowers sway in the breeze, And I hold the idea of contentment I dream of in my veins, Far from within my reach So it…

A poem on contemplating suicide — I want to end it all leave and never come back Everything is draining Everything terrifies me I tell myself leave and never come back Completely worthless No one would really be at loss I find my hands holding something and they tell me end it all and never come…

A poem on grief and spiralling into deep depression — I’ll catch you by a thread As you slip from out my reach, And hold you by your hair, When you’re pulled from under me. I’ll watch you as you try To scale walls that are so steep. I’ll see you scrambling in The well, twenty metres deep. I’ll take…

A poem on unresolved trauma — Many things are fears to man. Rats. Many fears are ghosts of mine. Association. Many ghosts haunt me in the form of fear of man. Violence. I am but one man with many fears. Terror. Man fears many things. A man can fear few things. Men can fear fewer. Many men can have more fear. One man can call his fear a friend. The foe of man is that he has much to fear. Hi, if you enjoyed this piece feel free to follow and subscribe to my account, s-p-sacker, to receive an email whenever I publish and check out some of my other works. Some with similar themes include:

A poem on mistakes you cannot fix — I never knew if it was real. One night, as a small child, I had a nightmare. I had a nightmare. I did something that, Without my realizing it, drove all my friends and family to hate me. I did something wrong that hurt them And they could never forgive me for it- They…

A poem on navigating a social world (Letters To The Void) — You can’t build a brick wall with bricks and packed sand It’s got to be bricks and cement. You can’t think for one second that it’ll be ok for you, just because it’s ok for the eccentric characters on TV. You can’t think that it’ll all work out because your intentions are pure; It…

A poem on falling out of love — It’s not like falling out of bed in the morning, Fighting with your alarm to cease the incessant ringing And tumbling to the ground, banging your head on the corner of your bedside table. It’s more like drifting asleep on a poorly built raft at sea. The sea lurches on…

A poem on unravelling trust — It was like pulling on thread, trying to take it out of a seam, A beautiful seam, joining together delicate silk, In order to re-sew with it and repair the torn fabric, Only to pull too hard and break the thread. It was like tying a bow and snapping the…