The Mason’s neglect

I wrote this for Mental Health Awareness Day after spending time reflecting on my darker days.

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The suffocating silence of the crowd breathes heavily through the stone walls built of granite bricks chiselled into shape and place by the masons of neglect.

And the Facebook post read; “here if you need me”.

Skin, heavy as church lead, clasps tight the rigid bones and wasted muscles that refuse to flex, twitch or move.

And the Instagram post said; “Always here for you babes”.

The sharpened spears of barbed thoughts stab in the darkness of a mile-deep well, piercing the skull from the inside.

And the text message said; “Call me if you need to talk”.

Barely existing emotions are lacerated with surgical precision by failure and left drying in the wind on the rusted hooks of hope.

And you look at the phone,

And you pray it doesn’t ring.

And you pray it doesn’t ring.

And you pray it doesn’t ring,

While you beg for it to ring.