Bird As Fish

So now on to Depression poetry. Most of the poetry I write is when I am feeling depressed, or overtaken by such an overwhelming feeling of melancholy, that I have to find some release. Most people who know me, would not think of me as an emotional or moody person, but I very much am, and I very much am at the mercy of these feelings that overshadow me. Somehow, I have to learn to control them. As of yet, I have not found any solution, to this, the most basic of problems.

But you know the funny thing about depression, the more you think about what it is that depresses you, the more real it becomes, however, I would not say that a depressed person is someone who is taken out of reality, but rather, so immersed in their own reality, that they can find no reason for joy. It is kind of like standing with your face to a black circle on a long, white wall. All you can see is the black circle, and certainly, it is there, but there is a whole huge wall of white that you are ignoring. If only you would take a step back, you could see it.

Here is some of my own Depression poetry:

Perhaps the sun will come
I think as I lie here in the snow
Face down.
My hands held by you all
Where we lie here together.
I am not alone.
Even if we do not speak,
I still know I am not alone.
We all grow tired together
As if the veins that pass through us
Were dripped with morphine.

Sleep now, sleep now,
Face down in the snow
As is crusts ice around our faces
Cold as the dead snow in our mouths,
Freezing our tongues so we cannot
Cry out.

Sleep now, sleep now,
Is our lullabye.

Whoa, something very serious happening there, eh? It's over, the poem is finished, but what a ride. Okay, let's talk about something happy now, just typing it out has made me come dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, and I try to keep myself mostly happy these days. Still, let me know what you think, okay.

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