"Senseless"
A story of depression
Relinquish me, let go your hold
my will is diminished
no comfort in touch
a shell of myself
I don't feel much
The beauty before me
I no longer see
The taste of honey is bitter to me
it's sweet smell brings me no harmony
I hear the phone ring
and blankly I stare
I don't even care
to answer, seems such a chore
I can't go on like this much more
How many days have I lay in this bed
all of my senses they just feel dead
I am questioning all that I once believed
this depression has such a hold on me
About the Creator
Pamela Walsh-Holte
Retired social worker seaking to find my name among the "Chreators we are Loving", but alas it has not been so. Be still my heart, do not despair, your day may come...Until then I wait, anticipating some, be it ever so slight, recognition.
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Comments (2)
Very relatable!! Such a dead dark feeling when it is at its worst! Excellent poem!
Thank you for sharing this, Pamela. This was so raw and vulnerable. I have stared depression in the eyes, so this poem really touched somewhere deep. Sending love! 💫💜