Thief in the Night
Depression and Despair Personified
It leaves me
lifeless,
yet aching:
a corpse
suffering in silence —
hiding behind
an overzealous smile,
a forced laugh,
a forged confidence.
It leaves me
straddling the line between
chaos and nothingness —
lost and afraid.
It leaves my heart and mind full
of white noise:
meaningless chatter
at a volume so
deafening
it can no longer be heard,
its details incomprehensible.
It leaves me
in a palpably agonizing
state of emptiness —
not emptiness as in
the absence of pain,
but rather
its overabundance.
It is
the monster in my soul:
slowly but surely
eating away at my joy;
eroding my sense of self;
stealing my peace;
destroying my very being.
It is here for me now,
this thief in the night;
my time has come;
my joy,
my hope,
my world,
are crushed.
About the Creator
Hannah Easop
A blooming wanderer based in Richmond, VA.
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