It’s been quite some time since I’ve turned my hand to poetry, but since I’ve been writing such a voracious amount of prose lately, it felt about the right time. I make no promises for its quality, but maybe it’ll ring true with one or two of you.
Night time vision on a sunlit day
The inability to accept proof of reality
Feeling your stomach churn at the sight of happiness
Knowing you’ll die alone
Sleeping all day when there are things to do
Writing furiously and loathing the outcome
Knowing your life is worthless
Scars on an arm that you hide from everyone
Wanting to drown in black memory
The past being ever better than the present
Knowing there is nothing yet to come
Going to work every day, not knowing why
Coming home to mess, and anger, and disappointment
Wanting to forget everything and everyone
Knowing there is no escape…no hope
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One thought on “Thought of the Week: Depression Is…”
Sitting waiting, but for what? Looking, seeing, but for what? Remembering nothing, yet remembering it all….. My thoughts are with you my friend.