Depression Is
Depression is a little shell
for the hermit who peeks out
from where they always dwell.
Depression is a window
splattered with rain
and never a rainbow.
Depression is a stare
off into space
and you're unaware.
Depression is a pillow
that you've cried on and beaten
when your tears flow.
Depression is a mind that's empty
a room that's full
yet you are lonely.
Depression is a full-fledged flair
of bursted bubbles
and horrific nightmares.
Depression is this poem
and it's ending
rather solemn.
Depression is not a walk in the park.
It's a room, you're alone,
you shiver in the dark.
Depression is not something to kid,
it'll crush your heart
and it's rather well hid.
For all those so depressed,
I must say,
I will confess,
That once I too,
this person here,
was in your shoes.
Depression will end soon,
so find a shoulder
to cry onto.
Copyright © Morgan Pontious | Year Posted 2016
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