Darkness is a cloak.
Often you don't want it
Draped around your neck,
But it's always there dragging you down.
It's a constant pulling on your hair,
A permanent traction keeping your head low,
And your mood lower.
Darkness is a noose.
It grabs your breath,
And doesn't let go.
It's holds you up until the pain drains away,
Until dark spots cloud your vision,
And your eyes begin to burn,
But you no longer care.
Darkness is the tide.
It can be gone for months at a time,
But you know that it'll come flooding back,
Bringing with it the debris
Of lost souls, gone in the night.
It leaves you wondering how long it'll be
Until you drown completely.
I am cloaked in darkness,
Hung by it's grip.
I'm drowning under its waves,
And ensnared in the grasp of the riptide.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryMy random pieces of poetry, both inspired by depression and the happiness that makes me fight on.
