Hiding it...
It.
I don't want to say it's name
Don't want to give it the benefit of admittance
I'm ashamed of it.
Ashamed of what it's made me
Of how it's slithered into my thoughts like a thunder storm in the dead of night, like when your eyes are fluttering into a soft slumber before you hear the familiar sound of rain drops hitting your roof and window and before you know it the unexpected thundering waking up your peaceful thoughts.
It fools you making you think as if it's nothing but a light sprinkle
The clouds roll in slowly, they're only a light shade of grey.
But then it festers- filling your lungs with a thick, black and heavy smoke that makes you struggle to obtain a steady breath.
But of course it doesn't stop there,
It creeps into your mind; slowly, like the shadow of death covering a corpse making an unappealing sight for others.
YOU ARE READING
The void.
Poetry"What does depression feel like?" This is a book about hard times/depression that I'm going through. Some of the stuff I write about are things in my life that may not make sense to you because it is so pinpointed to my story. Some of it is not pers...
