[email protected]


Dark clouds loom above my head,
As I lay here in my bed.
The weight of sadness controls my mind,
Leaving me searching, but unable to find.

A sense of hopelessness and despair,
Feeling lost and unaware.
Fighting demons that I cannot see,
Depression's grasp still holds onto me.

Isolation and pain are my only friends,
As I struggle to find my way again.
But with each breath, I hold onto hope,
Willing my heart to find a way to cope.

The road may be long and winding,
But I won't let depression be binding.
With each step, I find my voice,
Unleashing a strength that I didn't know was my choice. 

So now I rise, with head held high,
Stronger than before, ready to fly.
With each hurdle that tries to bring me down,
I rise up, with my feet on solid ground.

By Cherakee Sykes

  • Author: Cherakee Sykes (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 20th, 2023 06:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: I use to suffer badly with my depression until I was i realized I had an addiction to poetry
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 11
  • Users favorite of this poem: [email protected], GenXer Shamrocker ☘️
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors

Comments +


  • GenXer Shamrocker ☘️

    Keep that writing coming! It sounds like it’s a purpose for you!

    • [email protected]

      Thank you so much and okay I’ll definitely continue to write🥰😌

    • Elijahad1

      Depression is dying every day. Writing lets us know we are alive. Keep on writing.

    • Accidental Poet

      Little battles, little victories. One foot in front of the other. Well penned Cherakee.😉

    To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.