Teenage boys dealing with depression - poetry in motion
Teenagers who suffer from depression often feel alone and isolated from the rest of the world with no one they trust to confide in.
They sometimes are able to find solace by expressing their fears through the writing of poetry in order to be able to face, and deal with, these negative feelings.
It is especially difficult for teenage boys who are taught that having "emotional" feelings are considered a "female" trait.
And adding the fact that they are born "different" than the "normal" person; it exacerbates (and exaggerates) those fears, and the depression, beyond their threshold of coping with all the other natural 'changes' every teenager must face in life.
This is one of the disturbing and daunting poems by a "gay" teen who is lost in a world of despair and loneliness with no way of escaping.
Children who have no one to discuss their disturbing and conflicting thoughts with, become lost within themselves.
Depression and sadness should never be an acceptable part of childhood for anyone; nor should any child ever be forced to face them alone because of the ignorance of society.
In this child's life, this "turmoil" was a direct result of trying to reconcile religious teachings with logic and reality.
Sometimes simply putting one's feelings in writing can help dispel some of the anxiety, fear, pain, sorrow, and depression, that any teenager feels when they find themselves emotionally isolated from others.
The following poem was written by one such teenage who found himself in this predicament in which their was no escape from.
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The Twilight World
- When love has cast, its shadowy mask,
- to envelope one unaware,
- and thru utter silence, dumb stricken,
- discovers its presence there,
- is a child, impeccably antagonized,
- by an unwanted thing, possessed.
- Haunted, with horrors of darkness,
- weaving lines of mental duress.
- Thru the golden web's blinding array
- of unhidden awareness
- into the peaceful blackness, ah, to go
- a hiding, in that place of rest.
- For strong are the holds of fate,
- and unyielding is its severe cruelty;
- and onward go the agonies untold,
- of one possessed by this uncertainty.
- From hence, then, can one seek refuge
- from such attachment, so parasitic?
- That the foul distortion of such an eclat,
- can be only, the devil playing sadistic.
- Alone, and desperately searching
- thru life's bent upon, thorny lane.
- Seeking true solace, and finding none
- for there is peace only for those absurdly inane,
- or insane.
by d.william 06/02/2011
- OH, LORD WHY CAN'T I DIE? LOST SOMEWHERE IN TIME.
From my second book of poems. First Poem. Written at age 15. I Remember the night i wrote this poem. It was starting to get dark. The sky was over cast. It was raining heavily, thunder rumbling overhead,...
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© 2011 d.william