"Raining
In Depression"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
03/04/05 5:14 pm pst
Couldn't put a finger on it
Couldn't stab it in the back of pernicious ruin
Couldn't realize the rationality as it leaked
insidiously into my subconscious serenity
Couldn't grasp solemn quietude
When raging rivers of rapacious repugnance
Rallied at the doors of doom, decrying despair
And feeling comfortable there,
for a second maybe
Why does it hurt so bad,
when it looks allright?
Why do the secret demons hide from sight?
What is this manic tearing slicing sound so tight?
And what relieves the pressure on my soul?
Wouldn't appreciate the
circumstance
Wouldn't let the sound of the dripping bother much
Wouldn't realize the ruckus if it fell forthright
into the muck of innocuous illogic
Wouldn't grasp punitive
pain
When silent suggestions of peaceful pragmatism
Pulls rabbits out of the hats of hatred
And hiding in plain sight,
While a tear streams down my cheek
What is the reason for feeling
this way?
Why does the night ever croach on the day?
Is Heaven laughing at the lives set in play?
And what relieves the pressure on my soul?
Poetry
2005
