A breath of darkness entered my lungs -
I was surrounded both inside and out.
I think I just forgot the light,
No screams accompanied this fight.
I cried for a period of which I know not,
For the pain, for me was too great.
But amidst the darkness a voice then appeared,
And I knew this was not my fate.
From every direction lights materialised,
A friend whom I thought I had lost.
I closed my eyes and smiled ahead
And asked who had paid the cost.
But then a thought entered silent and still,
As my breathing still came in short gasps.
When I looked inside the darkness grew there,
I was wrong and was taken by fear.
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I tried writing a poem with a good ending and this is what I found myself with. I guess I failed that. Instead of being saved, I realised I was the source of the darkness. It's not exactly what I would call the most hopeful ending. Maybe one day I won't feel like I'm everything that's wrong with this world.
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Depression?
PoetryThis is a collection of my sad poetry I've accumulated over the years. I hope that those who read this can relate in some way. My sincerest hope is that it helps people feel less alone. I do not wish to make anyone feel worse than they already are...
