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

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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

Dance of Good and Evil by Carol Robson


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 2014

(Page 16 Words of Darkness and Light)

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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

Troubled With A Gun by Carol Robson.


Troubled With a Gun

They have a gun
shall they have fun?
Pop-pop, pop-pop
here comes the strop.

Disillusioned,
disturbed teen,
time to be mean
an outsider driven by pain
going down the drain.

Spat on, put down,
shunned.
Parents – peers
will be gunned.
Notice me!
my hatred fuelled campaign.

Who takes blame?
Inflamed communities.
Media and Films,
the reason
an untimely hunting season.

Look within,
clues are there,
out of childhood,
without care
lack of love
no affection
no one listened.
Questions asked,
the day,
bullets glistened.

Clock runs its course
cops arrive,
now in force
bearing witness,
blood stained hellhole.
Their final act,
ends life,
another troubled soul
gone,
no answers.

© Carol Robson 2014

Acceptance by Carol Robson


Acceptance

Accepted for being you
but were you really?
Really didn’t get to know
the real beautiful you
their loss, not yours.

You accepted who you are
as did true friends
not just for entertainment value
or being politically correct.

This is my personal view
being different doesn’t suck
actually it bloody rocks
and I don’t give a fuck.

© Carol Robson 2012