Yawning like a black abyss,
Waiting to pull me in,
This depression is all around me,
And I don't know how to fly.
My wings are broke and bloody,
Brushing against the ground,
My eyes sewn shut with sorrow,
I see the pain within.
Lapping at my island,
Like a morbid sea,
Threatening to devour,
But it's only in my head.
I open my mouth to scream for help,
And find my voice is gone,
Bound with chains of agony,
Lost to me inside.
Falling like a morbid rain,
The sea begins to rise,
Washing me off my island,
And I don't know how to swim.
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Written August 21st, 2006
A contest entry
- The Depression Contest by SchizoChic.
600 points, ended August 9, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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great work here.
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thank you
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Good
I really think that your start was unique, but it was sort of hard to follow for me. But the rest of it was awsome
3 9/10 Stars
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As I race through your emo sub-dirge so's I can critique the hell out of it, in the end I get thrown by the last line and I don't know how to...fl...sw...start.
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awesome do it again do it again ha ha
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