Phases of my world
Are worlds apart
In the center is
A black hole
A vacuum where
My shouting is
Not heard, not
Taken into account
Void of color and
Of light, a murkiness
That grips my
Throat and keeps
Me from crying out
Where is the boy
Who laughed and
Thought nothing of
Loss and the future
You won’t hear my
Words because I don’t
Have any to offer you
I can’t describe how
Life is different now
The mind is a delicate
Machine, full of paradox
And requiring an upkeep
That I cannot keep up
You condensed the pain of depression beautifully here. Substitute boy with girl, and it’s as if you wrote my gray days out.
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Thank you! Sorry you’re having to deal with depression, it sucks the life out of life.
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Truth… Neil Hilborn said in one of his poems…”Depression isn’t a dark sky, depression tells you there is no sky” I don’t know, I guess it forces me to be creative, right? heh
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For sure! Some days it seems depression does at least give me something to write about!
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