Depression
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
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Author:
Cherakee Sykes (Pseudonym) (
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- 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
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Comments2
Keep that writing coming! It sounds like it’s a purpose for you!
Thank you so much and okay I’ll definitely continue to write🥰😌
Depression is dying every day. Writing lets us know we are alive. Keep on writing.
I will thank you so much 🤍
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