Depression and Me

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A small poem I wrote in response to someone else's poem when they were struggling with their own depression.

Submitted: November 18, 2017

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Submitted: November 18, 2017



I have seen death, his weapon and all,

He said to me, "Son, one day you will fall."

"I see your pain, the feeling you hold."

"So why do you stand before me so bold?"

I said, "Death, I have seen something far worse than you."

"Colder, meaner, a dark shade of Blue."

"You may take caution, you may want to hide."

"But I cannot run, for it lives inside."

Death looked at me with fear on his face,

I could hear his cold heart as it started to race.

I took a step forward, and Death stepped aside.

I took another, this time with more pride.

Death knew I had won, for I carry a key,

A soul forged in fire, Depression and Me.

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