Pretzel Logic -- Depression

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

Submitted: August 28, 2018

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Pretzel Logic – Depression

 

That outer ring,

a grey wall,

where depression

does encompass all.

 

Things are bleak,

no bright sights,

or promises

of future delights.

A half-life,

dampened down,

sensations

reduced by half;

you cannot,

no way,

raise a laugh.

Tears held in check

but barely,

sobbing

swallowed down.

Nothing to keep you

trying,

exhaustion

sucks you in,

as depression gets

a hold on tight

to all that is

within.

 

That pretzel

takes a downward turn,

tosses you

lower still.

 

Black,

like tar

that smothers you,

there’s no way

you can find

a view

of any kind if light.

Pointless,

all so negative,

no reason is there

to carry on.

Weighed down,

too tired

to care,

to stand,

unless

someone can

understand.

 

Then the pretzel

lends a hand,

turning up

instead of down.

 

Tiny little glimmers

turn the black

into a

fog.

It seems it’s walking

back to heel,

that massive

huge black dog.

It’s hardly blazing sunshine

and your tears

still fall like rain,

but maybe there

will be a time

that you can smile

again.

Another time

you’ve made it

through

without giving in

and ending it.

 

Pretzel logic;

depression – grey but bearable

blackness – lost all hope

greyness – but you know that you can cope.

 


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