Darkness and Fear. #MentalHealth


Darkness falls over you
searching for the light
that gives purpose
the drive, the focus
that keeps you going.
Darkness and fear
choice of living
with your decisions
the roads to take
the low or high.

Living with the choices
hurting others, hurting you
dark descends again
searching for the light
your purpose
right or wrong
choices you live with .

Right choices
right time, right choices
wrong time, wrong choices
right time
whenever is
as dark clouds engulf
limpidity, distorted
illusions of worth
self-belief, disbelief
mental rejection.

Pain and anguish
fear and loathing
behind a smiley façade
Yet!
Look into the eyes
windows of the soul
see the screaming
from deep inside
of this darkness
afraid of iniquity
descending
becoming lost, forever roving
squatting in the darkest corners
of fear and darkness
of your mind.
©Carol Robson #MentalHealth

DANCE OF GOOD AND EVIL


DANCE OF GOOD AND EVIL

Uncommon sense breaks the frailness;
a mind disorganised, yet still not broken.
Good, light thoughts; evil, dark thoughts,
like bed-fellows – side by side.

A constant battle of wills:
good and evil challenging
like a passionate circling dance –
Tarantellas courting each other.

Your behaviours challenged by desires;
your free will attracts the evil,
your morality fights to transcend this,
your virtues fight for spiritual purity.

In time you fight your final battle,
the final dance of light and dark,
the brightness of your soul
rejecting the deep darkness of your mind.

You’re now here in a good place –
at least, until you’re asked for another dance.

Carol Robson

Incubi by Carol Robson.


Incubi

Life of constant bad thoughts
crawling around my mind
waiting to accommodate
my loss of control
why I fear my sleep time
that is never inhabited
with good dreams
only a constant
nightmare reality.

Struggling to stay awake
always losing the battle
despite the pills.
I try to grip reality.
Failure,
drifting away
into deep slumber
of mystical shrouds
swirling in the creeping
envelopment of darkness.

The demon surfaces
revisiting my body.
Dark red eyes piercing,
cauterising mind control
as he takes my soul
on his nightly inhabitation,
of pleasure, that I only know
in this orgiastic world
controlled by the Incubi.

© Carol Robson 2014

I Love You Marvin.


I wrote this during my melancholy period which if I remember right was one August Saturday night after a few drinks around midnight.

I Love You Marvin

Time for me time
no longer giving to your time
I’m drained of energy
sort yourselves out
find somebody else to ask
there is always another mug
willing to listen
wishing you, would shut the fuck up.

My brain has gone to mush
years and years of listening
blah blah blah blah
same old stories repeated
get a fucking grip
you are the genius
the genius that can sort it
get a life, move on.

OMG I’ve turned into my hero
my morose, paranoid hero
you make me laugh, and cry
like you; ‘I didn’t ask to be made’
but at least I do have friends
your only friend was the rat
and he died in the cavity of your left ankle
I love your eternal brilliance
I love you for just being you
my Marvin the Paranoid Android

© Carol Robson 2012