Depressions senseless form

When senses fade, so do we,

As we're creatures who are meant to see,

we're meant to feel, to sense and grow,

But being senseless doesn't let this show.

In the depths of despair, where shadows reside,

A soul enshrouded, senses torn from inside.

Depression, a specter, haunting the mind,

Leaving a numbness, sensations confined.

The vibrant colors of life, dulled and grey,

The sun's warm embrace, a distant display.

Voices fade to whispers, distant and cold,

As the weight of sadness takes its stronghold.

Taste becomes bland, a flavorless haze,

Food loses its allure, a mere empty gaze.

Once-delectable delicacies, now tasteless and plain,

As depression consumes, pleasure wanes.

The touch of a loved one, a distant caress,

A disconnect from intimacy, a profound distress.

The warmth of a hand, once comforting and near,

Now distant echoes, fading with every tear.

The scent of a rose, once fragrant and sweet,

Becomes a distant memory, incomplete.

The aroma of coffee, once invigorating and bold,

Fails to stir the senses, as depression takes hold.

And sound, oh sound, a muted symphony,

Laughter and music, lost in apathy.

Birdsong, once melodic, a forgotten refrain,

As depression's grip tightens, joy starts to wane.

A detachment from senses, a desolate plight,

As darkness engulfs, blinding all light.

Depression's veil, a shroud upon the soul,

Leaving emptiness, a gaping hole.

But amidst the numbness, a flicker remains,

A tiny ember, waiting to break the chains.

Hope whispers softly, a gentle plea,

To reclaim the senses, to once again be free.

Seeking solace in healing, reaching out for aid,

The path to recovery, though dauntingly laid.

Therapy and support, a guiding light,

Rekindling the senses, igniting the fight.

With time and compassion, the colors return,

Life's tapestry restored, lessons learned.

The touch becomes tender, embracing with care,

Love's tender embrace, now vivid and rare.

Taste awakens anew, flavors dance on the tongue,

Nourishment and pleasure, no longer unsung.

The scent of the world, intoxicatingly sweet,

Aromatic reminders, life's essence to greet.

Sounds resound with clarity, melodies reborn,

Laughter and music, a symphony to adorn.

The whispers of loved ones, heard loud and clear,

Depression's grip released, a new chapter near.

For in the darkness, there lies a ray,

A resilience within, to find a brighter day.

Depression's hold may dim the senses' flare,

But with perseverance, we reclaim what's rare.

So if you find yourself lost in depression's haze,

Know that healing is possible, brighter days.

Reach out, seek help, for you are not alone,

And together, we'll reclaim what once was known.

The senses, rediscovered, in vibrant bloom,

A testament to strength, resilience, and room,

For growth and renewal, a journey untold,

As the soul emerges, senses manifold.