His Name

by Surbhi   Jul 14, 2015


I'd often hear about him, the things he did, and his name,
He was never praised and often regarded with shame.
The devil he was called for he gave people fear,
Some wished to never meet him, while others desperately wished he would disappear.

He could appear anywhere, anytime, he was an unwanted surprise,
But you wouldn't know because he always had a disguise.
I heard he moved with horrible intentions for he was sadistic and swift,
He even earned the nickname of "Being Satan's Gift."

I didn't expect to cross paths with him one day,
He didn't appear to be as threatening as I'd heard people say.
He befriended me and I never wondered why,
After all, I thought he was just another guy.

Before I could cut all ties with him, he moved in me,
And the life I once lived without troubles wasn't so easy.
My smile was but a memory,
I was lonesome, and left in my own misery.

Although he put me where I was, I was so blind I couldn't see,
I hate myself more than I hate him, and I was my own enemy.
Life or Death--he asked me to make a decision.
And I finally understood why he called himself "Depression."

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  • 8 years ago

    by J Nair

    Well written Surbhi.

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