Depression Poems

No Date

Awaiting day and night, a tainted luck in its shell. House of brass. A prayer to spark. This solitude, that purposeful right, a dream of hell in heavenly brimstone. It lives to serve the moment in might. It is the fire born of blackened light. It craves the wind by misty ears as it rushes pass those years and years with seconds in its way. Afar beyond metallic dreams, the end stood near beginning to loom its cruelty and fear. It hungers the mark through a spiral moon, to split the sky of clouded minds to cease the pain that never came. It is the emissary of absolute fate, subjected to patience and a history of hate. The time betrayed its promised lie, but it awaits the day and awaits the night like hardened steel, tempered and sane. Was it a crime to be this tame? This forgotten spear, the fated lame, the unnamed death put to shame?

August 7th, 2016

Alas, the Magpie petty but fair

Has then fallen and rested bare

Beneath humid clouded skies.

The spoil of flesh and rotting air

A hidden secret over there,

Behold! A new life before my eyes,

Behold! The Mushroom King, arise!

November 3, 2016

Staring far a thousand yards of an omniscient gaze a stranger sat in rigidity. Mistaken the wonder of a patron beyond the fellow of rooted feet like weighted stone, it, neither fiction nor reality the being of pure disciplined harmony.

January 13th 2018

Where do you go from here? When the skies are faded, and the air is stale. You cannot hide if you are afraid. How could you with the knowledge that each passing breath is empty, shapeless and weightless like the mist?

Yet such emptiness is perhaps the only source that fills the soul like an echo in a gaping void, how befitting it would be if it all were true.

January 29th, 2018

A sharp itch at the back of the mind, nails across a blackboard. A searing pain behind the eyes, burning with the weight of the sun. Deafening, echoing, unbearable, screams crying without tears. The body empty and hollow, blood drums still beat. Relief, hope, you breathe an everlasting sigh. You live again.

February 1st, 2018

Loneliness is an echo, a single footstep in an empty hall. It is a reverberating sound seemingly endless, deafening and blinding like a theater curtain. A tragedy on the edge of a stage among a mass of empty eyes that scream, "Jump".

April 9th, 2018

There she stood on familiar steps, her bones broken and the world on her back. She smiled openly, ignorant of the now amongst a storm of a thousand knives of cold hardened steel, a gleam of light against a piercing gaze finer than diamond and sharper than the crescent night. How could she survive? It was just another day like any other, no change nor fault.

No Date

There is a familiar face, one with bloody tears and a broken tongue, the one that cries for you, their dream and peace - shattered memories beneath a foot. Nothing can be done, like the winds that blow or the waves that move across the world, this face like a pin drop amongst the stars, one of nothing and one of power, a spec within a tide, cruelty and helplessness silenced in time.