Depression
It’s dark and lonely in my mind the light I can not see
Sounds are getting fainter there is no one here with me
Tears flow heavy like a late afternoon rain shower
I can hold them back no longer; I just do not have the power
My heart grows weary of the pain I feel more everyday
Neither pills, nor therapy can take this pain away
My tissue box is empty I’ve thrown it on the floor
Even knowing that I have no energy to go and get some more
This feeling drains my body, my mind and all my soul
I wait and wonder will it end and once more I can feel whole
Away inside my mind I’m lock until I am released
Depression has a hold on me when will this torture cease
The pain I feel is not just mental, for on my body toll is taken
The dark cloud hangs above me and these feelings can not be shaken
Depression has a hold on me when will this torture cease?
Copyright © Shannon Goodson | Year Posted 2006
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