Author Topic: Poem about depression  (Read 9360 times)

Offline milo.t

  • Newbie
  • *
  • Posts: 1
Poem about depression
« on: January 06, 2018, 08:51:36 AM »
sane, insane

She keeps wondering if she's still sane,
if the blood running through her veins is real.
If this blanket of flesh is hers to keep,
will she ever eventually be let go free?

When the air closes in, the panic sets in.
Her entire being is compromised.
She can't move. She can't speak. She can't even swallow,
though inside continues to relentlessly shriek.

No sunlight shines,
a black manifestation consumes her mind.
At once the flowers blossomed from her roots,
now her bones are rotting, and she too.

Offline c.e.abrams

  • Newbie
  • *
  • Posts: 9
Re: Poem about depression
« Reply #1 on: January 10, 2018, 02:04:46 PM »
This is an interesting poem, but I didn't really get any feeling of insanity out of it. Perhaps it would be better to experiment using sentence fragments. I do enjoy the flow, though.

Offline DGSquared

  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 8959
  • May the farce be with you.
    • Station Shorts
Re: Poem about depression
« Reply #2 on: January 12, 2018, 03:58:05 AM »
Hey ChesterBlard, no one gives a crap. Go play with yourself. Damn, I miss our mods.
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." -Groucho Marx

A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which every passerby leaves a mark. -Chinese proverb

Blondesplosion! ~Deb