Catatonia - A Crestfallen Zephyr skirled,
Voices of Melancholia, of Despair,
Void.
Traces of itself, Unworthy of Repair.
Catatonia Devoid.
Catatonia - A Sick Cycle.
Henceforth it blooms,
Till Augustus Looms,
Catatonia - My Lost Friend.
Void. Devoid.
It shreiks, screams, squeals
a sullen tune - Till Octobria, Till it wakes,
a Typhoon.
Catatonia - My Lost Friend.
How you sang a sorry tune,
Catatonia - Itself unworthy of Despair.
Catatonia devoid.
Author notes
Does not refer to catatonia the musician. Refers to Catatonia aka Depression.
Comments?
Comments
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clever
since catatonia is the heading using it as repetition is profusely emphatic but at least twice isn`t -
Wonderful....
The poem it is great.The words are just at their place.The words are just the right.Calculate or not the poem says a lot in a few words, because of the power of the words you used.It is touching almot hurting...brings thrills and cold images.It sounds great, it is one of the best I ve read here.
When you finish reading it , you just gö: OH!
The most important here is languaje and subject, the poetic manner seem to be the best to express what you want.Great job.. Rewarded 1
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Sounds of the void evoked
The heaviness of despair light as air is strongly evoked in your ode. I like the way you personalise the pain of insufferable depression and the ambivalence you portray within a state which although negative can be induced to inspire desperate creativity.Please forgive me for offering suggestions,but to maintain levity perhaps tune could be swapped for "dirge" in line 12,a wailing banshees lament for line 15? I liked the imagery of an ill-wind (zephyr) sounding like bagpipes (skirl)!. Rewarded 1


