Depression is..

by Mark   Dec 24, 2018


Depression is; a desert well of sand
no water drops are left to tear the pain
and buries hearts as granules hold remand
for there alone and in; neurotic shame.

A grief within a world and none can hear
nor venture near enough to sense one's dry,
the inner voices scream but choke on fear
to speak; is churning neath the weighted sigh.

To walk with feet that sink, in winds that burn
and forms the tallest dunes that grows to tame
then renders one like lifeless dust to urn
and better then to be in death than maim.

Depression is; that plain that sorrow bore
and that is just an hour, the hell has more.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    This is a dark piece that portrays the dark cold reality of depression. It can sometimes seem all consuming yet other times not there at all. Yet those who fight it on a regular basis are far stronger than they think. Milly x

  • 5 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Depression is pure agony and we just have to find a way to to deal with it. I feel my depression coming it's like a big wave but I no longer try to fight it. I let it happen. But depression does not define who we are and we are strong. Thank you for sharing and all the very best to you

  • 5 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Depression is pure agony and we just have to find a way to to deal with it. I feel my depression coming it's like a big wave but I no longer try to fight it. I let it happen. But depression does not define who we are and we are strong. Thank you for sharing and all the very best to you

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