WORDS WRITTEN IN SILENCE

Prozac Nation

wordswritteninsilence:

We all go through phases of sadness
For some it is that nine to five
Others; it is family pressure
Not meeting goals set for them
By others from whom we incessantly seek approval
Or our own, which are always out of our grasp

So, here take a pill. It will help

You’ve been going through a period of sadness
Stuck in an abyss you cannot describe

So, here take a pill. It will help

You should speak to someone

“So, what’s been bothering you?”

There is no answer
There is no solution and yet there is one offered
To the problem they think you have
The one where a pill is the answer

So, here take a pill. It will help

And it does. For a day. For a week. For a month

Underneath your flesh the fires of hell still burn
On the surface, you’re fine. To everyone; you’re better

So, here take a pill. It will help

We all go through phases of sadness
For some it is that nine to five
Others; it is family pressure
Not meeting goals set for them
By others from whom we incessantly seek approval
Or our own, which are always out of our grasp

So, here take a pill. It will help

The boys will say, you need to fuck
The girls tell you to get away

“Go find yourself”

Finding yourself is impossible
Do you not see that?
That is where the fears are
Inside. Hidden.
Wanting them to remain there

So, here take a pill. It will help

You don’t get it do you?
This isn’t the solution
Yet, you offer nothing more
But an olive and white capsule

So, here take a pill. It will help

This is Prozac nation

This is the solution we offer.

When you walked out the door; you closed it behind you. When you walk out of my life, be sure to take the memories along.

Navin E.

Prozac Nation

We all go through phases of sadness
For some it is that nine to five
Others; it is family pressure
Not meeting goals set for them
By others from whom we incessantly seek approval
Or our own, which are always out of our grasp

So, here take a pill. It will help

You’ve been going through a period of sadness
Stuck in an abyss you cannot describe

So, here take a pill. It will help

You should speak to someone

“So, what’s been bothering you?”

There is no answer
There is no solution and yet there is one offered
To the problem they think you have
The one where a pill is the answer

So, here take a pill. It will help

And it does. For a day. For a week. For a month

Underneath your flesh the fires of hell still burn
On the surface, you’re fine. To everyone; you’re better

So, here take a pill. It will help

We all go through phases of sadness
For some it is that nine to five
Others; it is family pressure
Not meeting goals set for them
By others from whom we incessantly seek approval
Or our own, which are always out of our grasp

So, here take a pill. It will help

The boys will say, you need to fuck
The girls tell you to get away

“Go find yourself”

Finding yourself is impossible
Do you not see that?
That is where the fears are
Inside. Hidden.
Wanting them to remain there

So, here take a pill. It will help

You don’t get it do you?
This isn’t the solution
Yet, you offer nothing more
But an olive and white capsule

So, here take a pill. It will help

This is Prozac nation

This is the solution we offer.

If you are going to forget my words, remember my silences.

Navin E.

Your body

Placing kisses upon your spine

Like the waves kiss the shore

Caressing your stomach

As the sun greets the earth

Fingers, parting your thighs

Like the canals of Bruges

Bodies colliding

Like the Vredefort crater

Poetry keeps me sane as I write about my insanity.

Navin E.

She was supposed to be safe here

She was supposed to be safe here

She stood on the soft grass
Recently treated; a new lease of life

Her feet sunk into the green

Eyes scanning the limestone walls
And the surrounding palm trees

This was home
For fourteen years a safe haven

She was supposed to be safe here

She grew up much faster than the other children
Even before the kitchen was redone

She clutched at the family photograph
Standing proud and together in front of their “new” home
Before letting the Zippo do its work
Crumpled photograph fading at her feet; falling to the turf

The air smells different today
The sea breeze still there bringing its scent to meet the kerosene

She was supposed to be safe here

The Zippo thrown into the walls of the unoccupied home

Burn, she muttered under her breath

The fires reflecting in her eyes
A pale comparison to those burning within her

She was supposed to be safe here

She didn’t run
She didn’t try; not today
Standing on the soft grass
Recently treated; soon to be charred

Burn, she muttered under her breath

She was supposed to be safe here

Memories were not going to fade
Not with a burnt photograph
Or in the burning flames before her eyes

She was supposed to be safe here

This was home
For fourteen years a safe haven

She didn’t run
She didn’t try; not today
Standing on the soft grass
Recently treated; soon to be charred

She was supposed to be safe here

She stood and watched
A smile upon her lips and tears in her eyes
Relief and pathos combined

She waited for the walls to turn black
From their newly painted old lace
These walls had heard her screams
And remained silent all these years

She was supposed to be safe here

Burn, she screamed