Depression
Depression
Laughter abounds, but I cannot hear. Revelry overflows, but I cannot see. As the curtain of darkness falls, it’s icy embrace fills my mind with trepidation and loneliness. Like an empty eggshell, my existence has been separated from contentment and intention.
My soul begins to fall into the pit of obscurity and anguish, and in a vain attempt, I grab for the sides, only to plunge deeper and deeper. Memories of the past have diminished, and my future has no meaning. I feel nothing less than contempt for my being, just a shadow of my forgotten past.
Light has absconded from my life, leaving nothing but the blackness of despondency. It’s a lonely road I’ve traveled so many times, a road that seems to have no end. But I will continue on for the ones who need me the most. The futility of perseverance is my only option.
V.M. Tackett
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