Roxanna Johnson Poet Blank verse

Better This Way:

(This poem isn't about a 'real' person but about when I suffered depression. I am 
writing as if the 'depression' is a human since it seems to have a mind of it's own)

Your a lost soul
Your a mean ghost
Your nothing but a dark black hole.

Your so emotional and conceited
Your so pathetic and bothersome
your so dead inside and defeated.

Your so fake and two faced
Your so unchanged even though your dead
Your nothing but a waste.

I don't feel sorry for you
I simply hate everything about you
and matter of fact I'm glad your a ghost.

Now let's make a toast...
Here is to little Ms. nothing
Ms. had it all but forgot to catch herself during 'her' free fall. 

I smile and think about your eternal fate
but guess what? No matter what you do,
Your always going to be to late!!

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Zzzzz Zzzzz May 2, 2011 at 5:34 AM A strong write. Sometimes we need to seek professional help, but ultimately we have to fight depression ourselves. I too have been there (and still slip back into the abyss of depression now and then), and know that you have to fight it. A good, imaginative write! Regards, Robert.

Lisa Cooper April 21, 2011 at 10:15 AM your poem speaks to me personally :) I am a chronic sufferer of depression. very well writ.

Poet Tacito April 18, 2011 at 6:08 AM I get this. Fully. Of all the wars in this world, the war of self is ultimately the greatest one of all. Strong lines, Roxanna!