Depression Loop Poems | Examples
These Depression Loop poems are examples of Loop poems about Depression. These are the best examples of Loop Depression poems written by international poets.
Why must I cast aside
What’s precious to me,
Just to fit into a mold,
To appease a shadow, a whisper of expectation?
We all have a niche, a corner,
A place waiting somewhere,
But why do I feel like I’m always a step behind,
Watching the world race ahead?
This dayjob, a gilded cage,
Where dreams are stored away,
In a dusty corner, forgotten,
As I grind, a slave to routine.
I don’t want to connect,
Don’t want to share my pain,
I’ve had enough, working day after day,
Just to scrape by, while my dreams fade away.
The architects of this world,
They were no different than us,
So why am I shackled,
Sentenced to eternity in this loop?
This dayjob, it was supposed to be
The fuel for my fire,
But it’s become a prison,
A cage of my own design.
Petty struggles for a meager reward,
The wheels keep turning as I age,
Fear drives me to work part-time,
Fearing the hunger, the cold, the end of the line.
I am wasted, I am hate,
I am resentment, I am regret,
What if I don’t fit the mold?
What if I’m not held by luck’s embrace?
Ideas rain down, a deluge,
But when I reach out, they’re gone,
Vanishing like mist,
Leaving me empty, in this cage of dreams.
About two on a Friday morning
Here I am lying on the floor
My reflection on a tilted photo seeping
Through the frame while I'm laying
still, weighed down by guilt to the core
of not being a responsible sibling;
Of taking a creeping path of lying
to protect the society that did nothing but wore
me down and put me in a quod of losing
myself and all I've ever known; And breaking
all the rules only to end up fading before
I know it; Oh! But made me laugh like crying
As I wiped my tears, I'm now feeling
the best way to learn is to unlearn more
and more of the fabricated lies we learnt growing
up and now we are born again in this amazing
world, so, it's about time we swore
to be ourselves and as I get up startling,
Hey! The photo isn't tilted anymore, darling!
alone,
under the street lamp,
I can hear the whispers,
I keep glancing,
move on,
get out of the way,
but I stay.
This rock I wish to stay near,
and starve myself for.
is it foolish that I see pain,
that I put myself through,
as a remedy to it,
it's all the same,
I say.
They tip their hats as they pass by,
oh dear,
and oh my,
can't they just get by,
and live life?
and why,
do I want myself to
break,
but not try.
The puddles reflect back in the night,
what I think I could have,
measuring myself,
against lights,
just back us further into the dim street,
on the
right right,
of the streetlight,
as I creep back,
and say it's not right.
One year has passed
since probably the worst day of his life
An unforeseen tragedy
has an added cost
of chronic depression,
more nightmares
and increased unhappiness
Coupled with the loss
of his hair,
his job
and his wife
Five years has passed
since he stared into the dead eyes of his only child
Just a simple slip and fall,
her head hit pavement and that was all
As time marches forward,
he keeps reliving the same day
As the clock of life progresses,
his is reset like a groundhog, you could say
While everything around him changes,
he only experience the same recurrence
And as each day unveils the unknown,
the familiar loop he's endlessly trapped in
is a sad and cruel choosing of his own