A Poem entitled “Hanging by a rope”

Hi Everyone,

Thank you to all that read, commented on and shared my last poem – we were blessed by each others insights. I always tell my English students, “once a poem is written it belongs to the reader.” The words can mean different things to different people depending on your perspective and your life experiences so thank you for sharing yours. 🙂

Yesterday, I got inspired to write a part two for this poem – I called it ‘Hanging by a Rope,’ inspired by the image at the top.

I hope that this series of poems will be able to expose negative emotions and that people come to a place of healing, completeness and restoration.

I only write what  I am inspired to write; I do hope that my next poem will be full of positive emotions! 🙂

 

Hanging by a rope – A poem about human emotions

 

Anxiety is a broken clock,

The minute hand moves in hours and the hours in minutes

A clock broken, anxiety is.

 

Disappointment is a ball and chain around your neck,

A hollow metal ball, hanging on the edge of

a thick; dark chain.

 

Misery, is the constant sun not after the rain

Regret is a grey cloud, heavy and transparent,

 

Rejection is a cat in a kennel.

 

Offence is a silent assassin,

He comes in subtly and buries his head

behind the bushes of a smiley face.

 

They say ‘procrastination is the thief of time,’

Well, complacency must be his armed accomplice.

 

Deception speaks truth,

Anger is an erupted volcano,

Depression is bedridden,

Self-harm is … (sighs)

 

Suicidal thoughts are a padlock with no key,

His cross is the only Light that sets us free.

 

By Desiri Okobia 

 

Thank you for reading – as before, please leave your comments in the comments box below.

Which line stands out to you the most and why?

If you feel inspired to write anything following on from this poem, please get in touch. Maybe, we can feature your poem on the ‘Diaries of a Visionary’ platform or maybe it’s time for you to start a blog?

Obedience unlocks the key to creativity!

Some of the lines in this poem are a snippet from my new and prophetic book called: “Message to my Maidservants – From His mouth to our ears.”

I’m hoping to be finished with this book once we come out of Lockdown London.

Will keep you posted

Take Care and stay safe

Des xx