I Indiana Jones’d my depression with
fake smiles and aggression.
No spores of joy in sight to teach me counter lessons.
To hell with the common.
I lost interest to follow the herd,
please sell me to the devil i’m about to summon.
Nothing to look forward to.
Not a thing worth looking back at.
Many will say i have to see through.
Not many left who’ll say they get that.
Perfection is a personal conception.
For that reason, it is obsolete and nothing more than a contraption.
Caught in a web filled with delusional treats.
Reaching your apex while being controlled by eight legged freaks.
Hear that?
It’s your sanity. It creaks.
Powerfully penned, Drieks. This is a deep and profound piece my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.
Damian
G’morning, Drieks 🌤️
What a creative title, and that photo choice (with your pen name attractively laid) is sheer eye candy, perfectly setting the ambient mood for what’s to come.
“To hell with the common.
I lost interest to follow the herd,
please sell me to the devil i’m about to summon.”
Sometimes, nothing much appears to be what it seems … so, why not throw caution to the wind, live it wild ‘n free, the way so many would love to be!
I truly admire your creative metaphors – with their vibrantly-vivid, emotive impact, and what conscientious poetess or poet could help but admire your spot-on line-breaks, the way you’ve utilized soft and exact rhymes to set rhythm and hold the reader’s interest with fascinating imagery throughout … obviously, NOT your first poetic rodeo.
How relatably beautiful your pen’s voice speaks to the captive mind’s-eye, Drieks.
Wondrously shared, Dear Poetess! ⁓ Richard🖌️
Hello Richard,
Thank you so much for your beautifully worded response to my poem.
It truly brings warmth to my heart.
I hope to be just as talented in using the English language as you are one day!
Again, thank you Richard.
Aw! 🤩
Hi, Drieks,
You’re so very welcome … it is my pleasure to read you, and I happen to seriously admire your own unique English turns-of-phrase.
Hugs! ⁓ Richard🖌
Girl, your word play is astounding! As usual, I shouldn’t be surprised🌺
The metaphor of “Indiana Jones-ing” through depression is brilliant, painting the struggle as a reckless adventure where survival is uncertain. The imagery of webs, eight-legged freaks, and sanity creaking creates a vivid sense of entrapment of a mind pushed to its limits. What stands out the most is the refusal to conform, the rejection of the common, the questioning of perfection. It’s a voice screaming against expectation, demanding to be understood rather than advised.
Thank you Paulo, for shining your light on this piece.
You summarized it perfectly.
Depression is a never ending adventure no one signed up for.