Deep Depression Poems | Examples
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All I do is either sleep or I cry
And at times I cry in my sleep
I'm no stranger to depression
But I've never been in so deep
I acquired this constant pressure
As if depression is squeezing my heart
I'm not sure if I'll survive this divorce
It's torn my life and my heart apart
My body and emotions are almost numb
The only thing I can feel is this damn pain
I wake up and I'm already exhausted
This depression is nothing but a bane
It's stolen my hopes and future dreams
And it's is holding me against my will
Something has to alter my direction
My life is next on its list to steal
The soul's deep, emotional, wailing pain;
No one sees that it reigned in with sin.
The dire need for this emotional pain
To wane arises again and again.
The evil sin contained refuses to leave its domain.
When will the stalking of this emotional pain finally end?
Violin player's eyes are starry
beauty like the glitter,
The notes take to dark-ness
strong bones don't wither
deep sea's treasures
blue and color green
inside a pirate's eyes.
Don't confuse the seasons
to chills of the Winter-time,
undecided or believe lies
Not the warmth of Bret hen.
To forgive is to take
away your sole lake
and the ruminations
of this abandoned town,
This too is a sin of pride
and vulnerability
red toxins into splashes,
echoes are deathly sounds
Cracked smashed windows
like the dour of pavements
but the detail is amazing,
unlike a city of simplicity
drones in for a coffee,
but lets shrug off the rest.....
He picks up the instrument....
There's a reason you chose to hide
Behind the mask that you still wear
You hide all your pain and regret
These things you refuse to share
You feel it's unjust for you
To suffer this life that you live
For a day most would call normal
There's nothing you wouldn't give
Mistakes from a time long ago
Have twisted the hands of your fate
Now every day is suffering
In this life you try orchestrate
You were never shown mercy
Or graced with a second chance
Fate chose to ignore you
Never giving you another glance
Your own life now forces you
To carry a crippling weight
A depression that's so deep
It's impossible to medicate
It could all be over for good
Repeats the voices in your head
They promise nothing can hurt
Once you have become dead
They tore the plaster off but the wound was still real.
Infected by this earth of man and with no deal.
They didn’t see the wound grow, cut itself down and so deep.
The change happened so, so slow until the wound found its own feel.
The mind connected through, tried to fight the cruel wound. A barrier built deep inside, sometimes it wore down to unleash the cruel fool.
They tore the plaster off but the wound is still real.
Time without you here depresses me so.
Branches hang like ribs of an old shipwreck.
I walk through a quiet wood, calling your name.
Only a dry wind answers, rattling the dead leaves.
The path looks identical when not at the end of it.
I look at my hands and fail to recognize the skin.
The ground beneath me feels like it might give way.
I am a shadow cast by nothing at all.
If you are nowhere, then this is my only home.
I’ll remain until darkness envelops my outline.
Searching deep in darkened places,
Reaching into vacant spaces,
I touch only shadowy faces….
Where are you?
Empty caves in endless mountains,
Dusty, dry, neglected fountains,
Pathless, groping I move, hoping.
Where are you?
Past songless birds on leafless trees,
Across waveless oceans, and silent
seas, through fumbling nights that
find no day,
I move and try to find my way.
Forever heart keeps its smooth beat
Forever mind thinks on
Thoughts of its never ending wit
Confining the beyond
Forever garden has to grow
Forever roses bloom
Forever evening’s afterglow
Enhance the darkened room
Forever poor have no names
Forever truth unfolds
Forever politician blames
Forever people’s faults
Forever soldier cannot die
Forever victims fall
Forever rain adorns the sky
Forever ringtones call
What do we have to do I asked
Forever love of mine
I’m feeling slightly unadvanced
With open hearts and minds
We came, but no one seems to care
Nobody looks at us
What we have lost here, unprepared
To delve into the past?
With glass of wine we take our seats
The lawn looks dark and vast
Pippa’s blue ball is at your feet
Forever found, at last.
A unfriendly wood, built long ago
By unspoken nails, pressing in
On spirits who feel the ache, heartbreak
Trembling in rhythms, waves
Melancholy, grief, the seeds of weeping
Prayers who cease to feel relief
From the unending protest of a soul
Who just doesn’t know – tears still flow
It seems with time and age we all grow free,
trading wants away; no need for desire.
I accept what is; what was meant to be,
only ties the tongue and leaves us drier.
With mouthfuls of regret, shaking voices
paint beautiful truths, all smothered with lies.
Out of habit, we defend our choices
with words and actions meant to hide our eyes.
Awake, I sit before brick and fire
yearning for a heart finally at peace.
A wake. I sit before brick and fire.
This chest, an urn, for heartbreak without cease.
How surreal to feel; this heartless me.
Peer to peer, within my eyes; come and see…
Marooned, where's a friend?
Too blind to notice what's before me.
Left behind in a land that's unkind.
Only to question. Where is the legacy?
I'll find it, marooned, forgotten
buried deep inside the walls
of a grandfather clock.
Chiming its way through the years
with no one knowing
the secret that sleeps inside.
Where is my legacy?
It's marooned and forgotten.
*WEJS*
*The Musings of a Mind on the Edge*
Bitterness within
Agony and Pain
Coldness outward
Hate arises
Settling pause
Trust no more
Peculiar sure
Torture high
Fulfilling why
Love doesn’t live here
Forbidden enter
Thorns cut
Deep down wounds
Surpassed in no return
Broken unspoken words
Outdone
Withered and disguise
Hardened agony
Tightened grip
Emotions destined
Thorne of never heal.
In the deep, where ancient spirits sleep,
A silent world, a kingdom ravaged, a wasteland.
Whispers cease, a mile wide ocean of darkness.
A black canvas, where lost souls slumber.
No thoughts nor voice, only shadow remains.
No sun to guide, no light that burns the sky,
A forgotten past lies quietly beneath kingdom’s edge.
Eternal rest within the black flames,
In unity, the void sets spirits free.
No fear nor pain, only mercy and acceptance.
A gentle pull, a comforting embrace,
Resting my heart, in its rightful dark place.
I’m falling into a pit with no solid ground
sinking in deep waters and about to drown.
I’m afraid I will be overcome by the waves,
my throat aches from calling out to be saved.
I don’t know where to go or who to turn to.
I'm hurt and confused and don’t know what to do.
Just so worn out from all this crying,
my strength is gone, and I feel like I’m dying.
I’m crushed and broken like pieces of clay,
a puff of wind could blow me away.
My heart feels like it’s been pierced with a blade,
there’s not much feeling left in me I’m afraid.
I need someone that can understand
and come and lend a helping hand
to maybe put me back together again.
I must hold myself together and survive until then.
TODAY'S RED BEAST
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