Collecting Dust Neath the Fan

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Depression Poems

Glancing upon the silvery iredescence,

I see a woman standing there.

Her clothes stripped and left,

Her skin gleaming, bare.

A finger alongside her hips,

A faint trace upon her lips,

And her fiery eyes...

Red lines in a pattern across her chest,

Memories flooding of the piercing flesh.

Her breasts perfect and just right for him,

Her face, a denouncement all within.

Skin smooth 'neath a gentle caress,

Lying neath the ceiling fan--

A hand across her chest.

As she becomes me---



A new waterfall forms,

Not of passion, nor of happiness---

But abandonment,

Like the stolid picture collecting dust,

In the corner with spiders decorating with webs of white.

I look upon the magazine models,

With their silken legs spread open,

And the wanting on their face--with lips parted and eyes closed---

Makes my heart beat more lethargically,

As I look upon this morbidity I lead...

If I posed for such a publication,

Sneers would develop sinisterly on men's faces...

And women would howl in hysterical laughter.

I am nothing but a body, rotting in this young age.



Such a tempting feat to shut off from all life, itself.

Syncopation has lost its meaning...

Staring at the ceiling fan,

Revolving slowly---

Sending the sweet, fresh scent of sex cascading through the room.

And the words spoken from your lips is a dull murmur,

As I hear the crickets and the revolving---

The constant,

Revolving -- revolving... revolving!

Of the dust-collecting ceiling fan.



Nothing is clean in this place,

Not even the sweetness of my virgin kiss--

Or the slow-moving breath, and beating of my heart.

Do you hear my soul weeping for this release I wish to hold?

And you seem distracted from my touch---

Looking aside,

Sweeping your glances to the world outside.

I feel a degrading factor,

Of something I used to hold so dear.

Watching the ceiling fan on this stagnant, humid night...

Revolving slowly -- revolving.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hope you enjoy this... This is about a woman who is insecure and feeling alone in the world---staring into a mirror... and staring off into the unknown to dig deep inside of herself to find what is the cause of her agony.

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