Depression Sonnet Poems

Hey girl!
Sleeping with a heavy heart still?
Unquestionably, I understant!
I understand the anxiety,
the pain, the depression
of things not going your way.
Unquestionably, I understand!
I understand the weight,
the...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.” 
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet

Love, where travels thou diminishing shade?
This...

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He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever.
Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple?
The elderly needed care. He knew this as...

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Paralysis in the body makes the mind dead as well.
Doesn't existence drag, like an engine-less machine?
Though a hundred stewards assist, isn't life more than hell?
bed,...

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Depression hits in many different ways
Some struggle to get up most days
Happy people see the sun, feel it's rays
Look at us and think it's just...

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Here we go again, on the train
Good seeing my babies but 'oh Lord the pain'
It's all too real, the goodbyes
Reminds me of that awful day,...

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There is a thing inside
It claws and gasps for breath
Horrid thoughts reside
Of the sweet release of death
But it is death who in wrath
Leaves me feeling...

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Alas, sweet Muse! How I desire, and burn,
     to sing a joyous hymn no less, no worse,
    ...

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For manic, listless, bipolar, mad souls,
     the rate of solitude increases fast, 
     like the second derivative;...

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O Bipolar, harass me nevermore!
     Depart from me! For Easter Sunday's here,
     a comfort which transforms this...

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In depths of solitude, I stand forlorn,
With shadow as my sole and steadfast friend.
By society shunned, from kinship torn,
I ponder on life's edge, its bitter...

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Tight stretched skin, not unlike leather parchment
Adorned with scars and burns and such carvings
Among the colors, red ink's enrichment
Envelops a file cabinet's burnings

Advice from the...

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Unseen is the dark sky midst the pitch darkness. Owls howl-hoot.
Vampire bats fly around. I sit, staring at the red moon.
What has happened to me?...

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I like to paint myself. Should I be a face in the crowd?
Shouldn't I be the one fondly holding my head so high?
To be poised,...

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My wretched soul so twisted by self doubt,
malingered on false words and fragrant lie.
Through turbulence and ever-endless drought,
in hushed distress, my inner child did cry.
Yet...

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