{"id":1162,"date":"2015-02-20T16:54:17","date_gmt":"2015-02-21T00:54:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/?p=1162"},"modified":"2015-02-20T16:54:17","modified_gmt":"2015-02-21T00:54:17","slug":"the-edict-of-depression","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/?p=1162","title":{"rendered":"The Edict Of Depression"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Edict Of Depression<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Saturday and Sunday has blurred into one.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I spent time in a bar, walking the streets,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>or in my small, one room flat, drinking rum.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I hardly remember what I had to eat.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I cannot recall the point where I became<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>the person who lives here in this existence.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Not sending Christmas or birthday cards is lame.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I become exhausted instead of tired, without resistance.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Things rarely start &amp; stop at identifiable points.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Life tends to shade from one state to another.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>To evolve, then dissolve, to grow like moving joints,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>then fade &amp; fall away&#8212;- like all others.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Books and poems with their words hide this.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>With their quantized approach to reality.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>With their pretence that emotional starts &amp; stops exist.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>That you can be in one state, then another, callously<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>refers to a life that is in one continual flux.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Yet, it all blends together, like a mental storm.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Nothing stays with me, except my tortured gut.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>This is a perpetual hell into which I was born.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Alcohol just rounds off the sharp edges.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Things roll along easier when one is blotto.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I never give money or make any pledges.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Just to half-heartedly \u2018 maintain,\u2019 is my motto.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Nothing to look forward to. The past is a blur.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I live in an existence that is like a fog.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Don\u2019t ask me where I\u2019m going, I\u2019m not sure.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I pass out each night and sleep like a log.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>In the morning, nothing has changed.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>No one is concerned.&#8212; No one cares.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>I guess there is no one else to blame.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Loneliness is a state that is impossible to share.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;R. W. Johnson&#8212;&#8211;(2015)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Edict Of Depression Saturday and Sunday has blurred into one. I spent time in a bar, walking the streets, or in my small, one room flat, drinking rum. I hardly remember what I had to eat. I cannot recall the point where I became the person who lives here in this existence. Not &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/?p=1162\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">The Edict Of Depression<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16,29,12,25],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1162","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-free-bird-poetry","category-life-lessons","category-random","category-recovery"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1162","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1162"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1162\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1163,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1162\/revisions\/1163"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1162"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1162"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wordsmithwisdom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1162"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}