Depression she can’t get out of.
Every day is just the same
Depression she can’t get out of.
In tangled sheets, she lies confined,
A heavy heart, a clouded mind.
The morning sun, a distant glare,
She turns away, too numb to care.
No urge to rise, to face the day,
The world outside feels far away.
No hunger pangs, no thirst to quell,
Just emptiness, a private hell.
Tears trace paths down pallid cheeks,
Silent cries no one seeks.
Her stomach churns, a storm inside,
Emotions that she cannot hide.
Once, love adorned this barren room,
Now shadows cast a deeper gloom.
The marriage vows, now frayed and worn,
A union tattered, bruised, and torn.
He comes home to a house undone,
No meals prepared, no tasks begun.
His anger flares, his fists instruct,
In painful lessons, sharp and abrupt.
Each day repeats the one before,
A cycle she cannot ignore.
No friends to call, no funds to spend,
Just endless nights that never end.
She stays in bed, her chosen prion cage.
Thoughts in her head that start her rage.
A prisoner of her own design,
Awaiting fate’s elusive sign.
But deep within, an ember glows,
A whisper that she barely knows.
Perhaps one day, she’ll break this chain,
And step beyond her silent pain.
Doc offers tablets that make her slow,
Alternative is hospital, A scream no, no.
So she takes the torture, feeling unloved,
fists add to the pain, a punch up gloved
Every day is the same silent request
Can no one see me I am ill, so depressed
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Your poems are always full of emotion and emotions. Good job.
Garret work
Wow! A very powerful poem that hits the nail right on the head in terms of how depression hits people. I have been nursing my wife through bipolar disorder for four years, and some of your lines really hit home with the despair that occurs and the inability to change any of it, even when there is a desire. Beautiful work.
Keep it up 💪
"endless nights that never end" - been there, very powerful poem about the toxic spiral downward when living with an abusive partner. Sending hugs - I know it's not easy to tap into those old wounds.