Broken Isn'T Beautiful
It shatters, breaks even,
The body. The soul,
It takes even. Depression;
A word so beautifully
Flawed, all the syllables
Put together forming
A body, a feeling. Nausea,
Perhaps, De as in deep
Rooted agony, Press, a
Long gone self respect,
I, a lost soul, lacking the
Vitality. On, a journey,
Not that perfect;
aimless.
Depression, a word
So truthfully subjective,
A lie, when read, an
anguish, when felt.
Its veins, magnificently
Carved, singing the
Rhyme of melancholy.
Depression, what a
fine word, a feeling,
Crushing the person,
so finely and the world,
mistaking it as appealing.
It is a miracle, we are able
to walk.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2019
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