I know not what to say
Or how to say it right.
I worry over this dilemma
through the day into the night.
Depression has visited me once again,
it has become a first name friend.
I wish to stop this friendship
but do not know how it will end.
Inside I feel so totally empty.
Should I go on and end my fears?
I have mulled this over forever it seems.
It’s been almost four years.
Emptiness invades my mind, now
I find no glee in things of the past.
All I need is to be able to speak without fear.
How can I know how long this will last?
I give over to the desire to sleep
Then I can escape my plight;
for in my dreams, I am as I once was.
That is why I yearn for the night.
Author notes
S h a r o n L y n n
A contest entry
- Prismatic Words #1 -- Plath quote prompt. by ZachP.
650 points, ended November 10, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Dear Poet ~
I like the idea of depression as a "first name friend"
and I can definitely relate to that sentiment.
This is a very good poem,
but some of the rhymes just stuck out
like a nail out of the plank of your poem.
And that, at least, for me
impedes some of the rhyme.
Also, you tell a lot,
and I think you can *show* more,
through imagery and metaphors.
But I like that you speak with a simple language and sincerity that many people can relate to. In the world of modern poetry, that is a very rare charm
I wish you all the best,
Zach Estel. -
good
a fine work this -
whenever I get really depressed, all I want to do is sleep. And if I wake up all rested, I would take sleeping pills to crash again. Very unhealthy, how depression takes every bit of what you have and turns it inside out.
Powerfully sad, real. Excellent poem, my friend.
love,
jin
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