My Crippling Depression

Depression:
Situational
Traumatic
Biological chemical imbalance

To battle on the inside
To be perceived as the walking dead
To move forward when all you feel is backwards
To what avail?

A hopeless sensation
No determination
Utter desperation
The peeling of necrotized, fleshy once-lives

It is on-going in agony
Ruthless in its course
Caring of no one
Vicious in its sloth

Come o ye burdened
Take shelter here
No one understands the song,
If they have not the ears to hear.

Fall not into the abyss,
Crawl hither and away from your squabble.
You cannot escape yourself,
But hide all you wish.

For who am I to blame those who try?




Poetry by Sarah Parnes
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Written on 2016-11-01 at 04:44

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shells
I listen and I hear, bravo well written.
2016-11-01


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i wish it didn't, but this resonates deeply. well written, the weight of it, depression, comes through, probably even to those who don't know it.
2016-11-01