Depression; a birthday poem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 18, 2018

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Depression; a birthday poem

 

There’s a heavy weight upon my chest

It burdens and weakens and buries my breath

A slow suffocation that no one can see

It compresses the being inside of me.

 

My eyelids droop down and block out the light

Not even they have the strength to fight

This is not living death for death implies peace

More like trying to survive underwater with feet.

 

I take solace in the work of an artist who sings

Of his own suffocation and malfunctionings

At least that’s how I interpret his words

Milking their meaning for a sense of comfort.

 

My heart beats for these transient specks of relief

Holding close what we’re given no matter how brief

Perhaps in the hopes it’s less scary to drown

Feeling not quite so separate; and intangibly found.


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