Depression IV

By ColorMeToxic

Fog rolls over,
making everything,
look like a sea of nothing...
and I pass through,
terrified.
Will I ever find
the other side?
I'm blind.
Feeling my way through,
the abyss...
I stumble and fall.
and I fall
and I fall...
but I keep getting back up.
The fog will eventually dissipate
and I will see clearly again.
I have to continue getting up
until then.
I have to admit there are times when I feel...it's impossible to heal.

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Published on Thursday, August 2, 2018. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Depression IV"

A former member wrote: I think sometimes depression isn't sadness, it's just the lack of everything else. You conveyed it well.
A former member wrote: Beautifully designed poem it speaks the truth so loudly.