Throes of Depression


The anguish of nothingness,

Deafening silence,

The air that takes away my breath,

The voice with no name,

The brokenness that surfaces without reason

The tear that refuses to fall,

The void, the abyss,

The bleakness that consumes,

The black hole of numbess that chews away,

The heavy burden of Blah,

That presses me down,

Paralysed by my own mind,

Prisoner to its lies.

  • Author: Moonflower15 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2018 01:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote the majority of this in one of my dark moments, while facing my depression.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 21
  • User favorite of this poem: Anasyil.


  • sylviasearcher

    You capture it well, a numb, empty feeling that evades capture at the time of its consumption.

    A companion that does not leave but fades from time to time.

    • Moonflower15

      Thank you, I like your imagery as well

    • Anasyil

      I can't tell you for how long I felt this way. Depression is a psychological murderer. Very well written poem.

      • Moonflower15

        Thank you, writing helps me process 🙂 I hope you find relief

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