Poetry: Sammi’s Weekend Prompt – Liminal


The Pall of Fear

Sometimes, when I lie down and relax
I feel senseless liminal fear stir inside me
until it gathers and settles
at my core. I become desperate to
deny the tension, or I will die.

Depressive mental illness is taking
control of my mind, filling my body
with this awful sadness.
What is left for me to do?


If you don’t look both ways, someone may die. Mind the liminal gaps.

4 thoughts on “Poetry: Sammi’s Weekend Prompt – Liminal

    1. Thank you, Joey.
      I was at the VA last week, and there were all these dog-tag and plastic card things scattered about various tables. Each was for a vet to take. They contained the phone number to the VA suicide hotline. While I’m fine, others are not.

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