I stare through the TV as if it is a window
I write and it is all wrong
Depleted putting up dishes
Intolerant to the pain that forges in my shoulders
Fatigue settles in as if at home
Lost with no hope of being found
Longing for my once upon a time life
Living a life as desolate as the desert floor
Sullen eyes give me away
My blonde hair wild, greasy, my clothes disheveled
I do not care about war, weather, or politics
Clothed in irritability
Bathed in insomnia
My presence is absent
I am but a shell
My fists wail
Waiting is the most formidable
Form of punishment
Hope the other
My brain lies to me
And I believe her
I think about dying
The methods I’d take
The note I’d write
An insidious illness
Lives within
I live without
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Katie B. (
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Powerful it speaks of being drugged with depression where society created troubles overwhelm to the point of giving up. And so it is that society maintains control of the masses with a gas and drug that no one takes responsibility for but those in power gain by. Doped to the point of thoughtlessness the people comply numbly and the economy and politics meander onward. Nicely worded
Thank you!!
You are most welcome
I love that I can feel every single word in my bones! It gives me chills reading your ending line of "I live without". What a thought-provoking piece here. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you so much for your honest, genuine feedback.
We have a lot of in common just based off this poem… masterpiece for sure thank you for sharing
Wow!!! Thank. You for the huge compliment!!!
Katie, this is painfully honest… the exhaustion in these lines feels real and unfiltered. The everyday details make the heaviness tangible. When a poem names that kind of inner battle so plainly it takes real courage. Thank you for putting it into words, my friend. Powerfully penned, for sure. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You give such genuine, detailed feedback. I always look forward to reading your comments. Thank you for taking the time to share what you derive from my work.
Wow! I try, my friend. Thank you so much! I look forward to your poems. Have a great weekend, Katie.
Very emotive words Katie but each new day will lead to a better life, go forward in harmony.
Andy
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