"Senseless"
A story of depression
By Pamela Walsh-HoltePublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
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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
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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! 💫💜