Betrayed

Hi, I’m a gorilla who writes poetry. That makes me a unique gorilla, for this reason you should probably read my poetry.

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Naked before you
I stand betrayed
You kneel as if to pray
And your lips pucker
As you tread a fine line
Teasing, pleasing
Wanting forgiveness
You swallow
Your pride
And you take it in
Let it seep down
And I know
You’ll betray my trust again
But that only makes this easier

Worlds apart
I stand estranged
You smoke me like a cigarette
This will be a night we’ll regret
But for now we don’t care
It’s all we get
In the moment
We’re trying to reconnect
Nothing matters
Trying to hold on to the fragments

Tears fall to your hair
From my face
But I don’t care
My heart feels something
With every beat
But I know our love
Will not be

And when you look up
Back at me
See my tears you come up to my face
And you wipe them away
It’s all I ever…

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On contrast & depression

If you wish to feel comfortable, you should first seek discomfort.

If at all it could be said that there is a key to life, it is on simple thing: Contrast.

Contrast is the only way we can have good things, so we must endure the bad.

But what is most painful about depression is not the contrast between your worst and best days, it’s the indifference that is torturous. A prolonged indifference that can go on for days, weeks, months and even years. Or rather it is an indifference to the good things, the silver linings, the comforts. A sense of pointlessness overwhelming the senses.

Contrast is like oxygen to a stable ‘happy’ mind. But what if your brain just isn’t responding to that oxygen? What if, for prolonged periods of time the only contrast you have are in the different hues of bleak dreary, blacks and greys?

Yes it’s true that even bouts of depression don’t last forever, but it feels like forever. And they bouts last long past their due.

Dysania

The sun rises
And I’ve had a night of it
Turning the sheets
the way of turmoil
feeling beat
And I won’t rise again
Feeling the sun rays penetrate
the gaps between the blinds and the sill
and I lay still
waiting…

Waiting with time I don’t even want to kill
hoping I can win out
Against natural urges
just lay here alone, hidden
No one hear a word or a breath
Just lay here trying to be dead

© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August

photography challenge: self portrait

I’ve not been making it to the bird hides of late, so i searched for photography challenges to try and inspire myself. The list of challenges i found started with my worst nightmare. A self portrait. I often take the piss out of people taking their selfies.

So let me take a moment to humble myself and become one of you selfie takers…

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