Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site


Poetry By: Luvving

Stressed, troubled, depressed, who will hear your voice from within?
No one!
You have to seek help!

Submitted:Oct 14, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Troubled, depressed

Her mask is of sadness, tiredness her face.

Her troubles unique, tears stain her face.

Depressed, much unhappiness, is all she feels just now.

No she won't share her troubles

She doesn't know how.

Yearning for sleep, but sleep wouldn't come.

Tossing and turning, so many problems.

As daybreak called, she now felt so tired

Eyes red, fuzzy head, a day uninspired!

In deep distress, lament and cry

Depression took hold, no laughter, she sighs.

Head bowed in sadness, hurt and pain.

Confusion infecting her troubled brain.

Still none could see or hear her cry.

Referred to as mad, she never knew why.

She fought her depressed state, with no one to say.

What is your trouble?

Let me help you some way!


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.