The Depression
The dark road leads me to a town
that consumes all who fall down
This special black hole place
Where memory and despair haunt with a single face
My heart begins to pound as I look around
But I make no movement, for my feet are bound
I see two paths both disappearing to obscurity
One is bright and the other is night, yet neither give any security
My thoughts chime in, “your safe here my friend.
What’s the point, they both lead to a single dead end.
Live here with me, in my mystical city,
for here we can wallow in all our self pity.”
I question my brain and all it is saying
But my thoughts are mine and it’s me it’s portraying!
I have decided, he is the voice and him I will follow
What’s the risk? My life can’t become any less hollow
So I find the darkest catacomb
And build a lovely new home
Now I have a confession,
The rest of my life will be lived in depression..
(2014)
This is a bit of a dark poem but it's intended to show the effects of depression. In this story the character believes his self-conscience and decides to not take action. (See analysis for detailed description)
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