Depression

October 7, 2012
By Anonymous

The monster in us grows,
just a little, with every
footstep on the pavement,
every breath puffed into the frosty
night air, stemming
from the icy chill of the
long-gone heart.

I feel it, sometimes.
I fear it, sometimes,
in the dead of night it beckons,
I must surrender, it says
So I blast the radio a little louder
and return on my merry way.

Some days, when the light is gone again,
I wonder what I’ve done to earn
my place in this void
and how much I’d
sacrifice
to break free.


The author's comments:
The other day, a friend told me what it felt like to live with depression. This is my attempt to translate his struggle into verse. Let me know what you think!

Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



Parkland Book