This is for all those who struggle in neurological confusion and those who love them still.


brain trauma



without hardly noticing
at first
the mist rolls down from a leaden sky
the tops of buildings
you have known for years
disappear in a lowering greyness
only parts of structures remain
by which you can now take
your bearings for life
unthinkingly unknowingly unawares
until they silently cease to be there
a mild panic sets in at first
perhaps I am just tired
yes, I have been doing
too much for too long
life unbalanced by work
happiness robbed by loss
then the fear 
creeps in
along the ground 
like fog
when your back is turned
it pours over the breakwaters
there to protect you
snuffing out 
the lights that guide you
leaving just the dull distant forlorn cry
for ships at sea adrift
but I am stranded
grasping for the middle ground
twixt mist and fog
still visible but greying
too soon 
you do not know yourself 
as others still see 
but do not know you
moments of clarity there are
as sun disperses
if only for a moment
the choking
life covering grey
but as night follows day
leave me at least the grey
for I truly fear
the black




Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2009-02-03 at 16:50

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normalil
You describe a horrible situation so well. I am a nurse, I see these things every day, but also see some great outcomes.
I hope that you will keep us informed of yours, a wonderful write Peter, and you will be forever in my own special prayers.
Luv, Norma.
2009-04-22


kath
It must be one of the hardest struggles! Your words are so strong and vulnerable ... Take care!
2009-02-03


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
A well expressed fear Peter, the greyness shutting us down until it is all black - This is very powerful and emotive, it expresses so much of what so many fear

Elle x
2009-02-03


melanie sue
This is brilliant, Peter! Astoundingly Brilliant! It really touched me to the core, and so many of us can relate to this poem on some level.My father suffered in his brain function after having a series of small strokes and then finally the major one that took his life. But this poem shows the depth of experience both intrinsically(within self) as well as externally in others. This is definately going to be bookmarked. ~Hugs (ps....i could not think of anything different or to add, so i hope you don't mind me repeating my comment that i made at the other site).
2009-02-03


Purple Phoenix
My mother calls her severe depression Pavlovs Black Dog... This is how I imagined life is for her.. thank you for this poem.
2009-02-03