Another day trapped in this box
Another night cramped yet comfy
I only have so much numb left
Walls down and little soldiers pouring in
Burn the utopia and scar the children
I'm on fishhooks and drenched in vinegar
I'll bait the doctor to fix me
But pull away from the sea and fly away on euphoric wings
But even those will soon drop me back in
Calling, paging Dr. Christ
But even now he remains a dusted bond
...
Great big crack in the sky
Pull me with delusions of epiphany
But then the sun will burn
And I'll be back, trapped under the great sea
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Everyone who suffers from depression has a different experience with it. "The Great Sea" is my experience with depression
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Comments3
The sea is very heavy, especially the deeper you go. Plus you drown. Hugs. Nice write.
*hugs back* Thank you 🙂
Very well written...deep....metaphorical...I really enjoyed reading it
Thank you 🙂 I'm glad you enjoyed it
a deep dive into the black, well crafted as usual. ww
Thank you 🙂 Glad you liked it
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