In a world devoid of light
In joyless, loveless realms
Curled in a corner, no more fight
Everything overwhelms
And grey, grey every day
In a quicksand, bottomless pit
Imprisoned, trapped, inside feel dead
The loss of self, the hope, the wit
Dark thoughts spin around the head
And grey, grey every day
In a padlocked cage without a key
Suicide beckons; a way to be free
Curled in a corner, with no energy
Living though the soul bleeds
And grey, grey every day
But Welcome to the little death
Of sleep where tortures fade
The peaceful rhythm of the breath
In lands where dreams are made
3/11/18 JG
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Author:
Joanna Garrido (
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Comments4
wow, great poem, really dark.
Thank you. I tried to capture
May your dreams be filled with happiness.
Thank you 🙏 I am well. Tried to put down how depression is in general. Have met her in the past
very awesome 🙂 nice one
Thank you 😊
You have caught and painted depression perfectly....... I have battled it and it can be a fierce foe.
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