Flaccid Confinement

Mark Gordon Brown on Mar 2, 2009

Tags: absurdist, cabin fever, depression, ghosts, Poetry, sad, Seasonal Affective Disorder, self-pity, snow, winter

Written whilst I was feeling a bit melodramatic about my persistent cabin fever and seasonal affective disorder.

Poem is best read listening to this music.

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The snow brings ghosts,
ghosts of reflections of the past
Pasts you remember over and over.
Pasts you remember when the snow falls.
People were never the same
as you remember them.
The snow falls imprisoning you
year after year.
Solitary fear or frustration,
solitary comfort or kindness,
no matter what,
you are solitary.
No matter who you are with,
the snow confines you,
keeping you separate,
especially when you are together.
People are never who you want
them to be when you are with them.

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Kate Smedley on Mar 2, 2009
the music fits the poem perfectly, very thought provoking and deep emotions, I like this a lot.
postpunkpixie on Mar 2, 2009
Aw that was really sad… wonderful sense of loneliness.
Lauren Axelrod on Mar 2, 2009
It\’s so bizarre how this type of environment can bring up such emotion. Well done Mark
Anne McNew on Mar 4, 2009
thanks for sharing your thoughts through this poem. well presented.
Ruby Hawk on Mar 5, 2009
Mark, You hit the nail on the head in this one. Nothing as lonely as being shut in by the weather.
clay hurtubise on Apr 8, 2009
All you need to feel better is a super sized McKitten!
Thanks, nice piece.
Clay
ladybaby on May 22, 2009
It is exactly these cabin fever blues, that has me determined to move south at the end of the year , before old man winter comes calling again. I’ve had too many of those days. Very expressive.

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