Life in the Room
On Depression and Fearing Reality
By Kat ConnerPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Melanie Wasser on Unsplash
The red light illuminates
The dark room in which I lay
Not for slumber
But for a hiding place
For what the outside of the room beholds
Appalls every inch of me
The abhorrent shrieks
The past entities
The agonizing pain
Is not something I wish to again greet
Yet the horror is inevitable
Isolation keeps me warm
But the void is still there
I can only finish this journey
Once I leave the room
So here I ascend from where I rest
As I take small steps
Towards the door in which leads to a fickle world
As it opens I experience a sense
Of overwhelming dread and anxiety
Yet I know this is but a continuation
From where I left off
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