Choose a Topic Contest: Depression and Sadness
You’ll sit and whisper -
your name, your address...
the only things you’re
sure of, as the
sound of the trees
banging on the glass
drowns out your every
thought. Lost, in the
vast sea of dreams
you once had.
Your heartbeat echoes in
your skull, ripping you
apart ear from ear.
You’re trapped – unable to
move – yet you’re falling
just the same. That
broken face you once
knew is now unrecognisable
in the mirror.
The darkness sinks in,
scraping its way down
the back of your
throat, then pushing it’s
way back up.
You never knew freedom
until it was taken
away from you. Now
your wrists are becoming
red raw from the
handcuffs bound to the
wall, and every single
breath you take sucks
the life out of
you.
Copyright © Ngoc Tram Hong | Year Posted 2017
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