The Devil’s Workshop
This poem is about mental illness and aging.
An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.
Hours of thinking with nothing better to do.
You drink water and smoke cigarettes to fill up your time.
Your unhappiness is apparent.
But is unhappiness due to a lack of activity?
I lack of a set daily calender to follow?
Do you need more events in your life to keep you busy?
To keep your mind from going idle?
You need to learn how to channel your negative energy into something positive.
Don’t channel this time spend thinking into negativity towards those that are around you.
Don’t look for ways to make others feel bad to build yourself up.
Hating has become your hobby.
Some people do art.
Others do music.
You hate on people.
Your reality is delusional.
You stress eat and never exercise.
Most people are happy to retire.
You find misery here.
You have not worked in twenty years and have no real hobbies.
Reading and watching TV are what you do to pass the time.
You can’t find the meaning of life inside a book.
You can only find entertainment there.
You have to look inside yourself.
Only you can fix you.
Being in denial about your mental illness gets you nowhere.
Reaching out for help is better than drinking and popping pills.
An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.
You are going nowhere trapped inside this prison of hate.
Your hate is felt by those around you and causes people to avoid you.
This is not empty nest syndrome.
This is bipolar disorder.
I don’t need a psychology degree to figure it out.
I also don’t need for it to be pointed out that I am a college drop out.
You drink water.
You read books.
You chain-smoke and eat coconut cookies.
All day long with no cats to pet.
Yet, there is still fur from cats you once owned inside your house.
These cats were dearly loved and died of old age.
You refuse to get more claiming they will outlive you.
Though a feline friend would never judge you when it comes to mental illness.
A feline friend would give you love when you need it the most.
We are not our parents.
We are not our grandparents.
Some say life has no meaning without children.
Children grow up and move away.
They start their own families and develop their own lives away from you.
They even get their own pets,
And work their own jobs to support their families.
An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.
You are left with your own idle thoughts.
You are left with your own mental illness.
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About the Creator
Amanda Zylstra
Cat Lover, Poetry Writer, Tea Drinker, Skincare and Beauty Product Obsessed. Check out my poetry collection "Passing Skeletons" available on Amazon.
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