A Day Come and Gone (Free-verse Poem)

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This is a poem I wrote about my mental health, and how it is hard to make it out of bed some days. Most days. I know I am not alone in feeling this way, and I want to let others know they are not alone either. If you feel or have ever felt this way, I understand, and I'm sorry. I am here if you want to talk.


A Day Come and Gone by C.M. Townsend.


I open my eyes

and stare,

but the wall does

not speak.

Silent and unmoving,

stoic,

inanimate.

Time passes, but

there I lay,

fixed on the flattened

plaster ahead.

At last, my gaze

flickers, and

I observe a new

item of fixation–the window.

Why, I do not know,

but I cannot look

away.

I linger

unable to sway that

which holds my

gaze.

It is but a

simple frame.

What caught my

sight remains unknown.

Yet still I stay.

I stare.

A shift is felt,

my body moves–

but wait. Only a foot, 

mere inches from the start.

It is late.

I should stand,

see out the day

that rolls on alone,

leaving me behind

as I stay, eyes fixed

on the roof above.

I blink,

and an hour passes.

Blink, and it's half past 10.

The day is gone,

yet I remain as I

have since I woke.

With no sun to rise

for it has long since set,

I close my eyes.

Comments

  1. Sarah Butland13 September 2025 at 17:07

    Oh how I feel this. Sorry that you feel it, too, though so thankful you write about it so others can feel seen and heard. I do hope your tomorrow brings peace, hope and faith in your future.

    Sarah Butland

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    1. C.M. Townsend13 September 2025 at 18:57

      I'm sorry you understand the feeling. It's important to me that people be seen, heard, and know they are not alone in this world, their emotions, and their struggles. It might not be easy, but we are in this together.

      I'm up now, so that is a start. I hope your day is light, kind, and wonderful also.

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