In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A tale unfolds of a heart that swells,
A sorrow born from depths unknown,
A soul doomed, left all alone.
Depression's grip, a stern tide,
Its somber whispers, it cannot hide,
It weaves its web, an eerie spell,
Plunging hope in a desolate well.
A shattered smile, a vacant gaze,
A soul aimless in an endless haze,
A heavy heart that beats with pain,
A silent scream, torrential rain.
The world goes on, oblivious to see,
The tears that flow, the silent plea,
A shattered spirit, fragile and torn,
Invisible scars, forever worn.
The sun may rise, though the light grows dim,
Within this sphere, where shadows swim,
A burden that crushes, a steadfast fight,
A battle staged in the dead of night.
Days blend into a colourless haze,
Lost in a maze of endless days,
The echoes of laughter now distant and cold,
A heartache that words cannot unfold.
O' this grip is so cruel and deep,
Stealing joy and casting sleep,
But sometimes amidst the despair,
Love and support may still repair.
For in the darkest hour, a twinkle may appear,
A ray of hope, to calm the fear,
Hold on, dear soul, the storm will pass,
And in time, you'll find solace alas.
May empathy bloom and understanding rise,
To lift the veil from tear-filled eyes,
And may this poem serve as a gentle plea,
To embrace and support those lost at sea.
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Reaper In The Dusk.
Poesía| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
