Mathew Sturgeon Poet Rhyme

Misery Of Depression

With each day that passes 
My misery continues to grow 
Once I could hide it so well 
Now it's beginning to show 

No longer will it be hidden 
Behind some crafty disguise 
Or simply be dismissed 
With my deceitful lies 

It's hard for me to accept 
That I'm losing my control 
I'm forced to watch and disgust 
As my misery kills my soul 

I feel I've been depleted 
I have nothing left to give 
My misery has gained all control 
Over this meaningless life I live

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Alison A Smith August 23, 2026 at 11:37 PM A raw, unflinching portrayal of depression’s exhausting hold. The steady quatrains and clear rhyme give shape to the speaker’s growing sense of helplessness, while the progression from concealment to complete depletion makes the emotional descent especially affecting.