depression
was more
than storm clouds
it was standing
in the middle
of a field
during a storm
begging to
be struck.
it was seeing
how long you
could stay
underwater.
it was
practicing a
note
and then throwing
it in the garbage.
it was black smoke
in your veins,
invisible to the rest
of the world,
but perpetually
suffocating
its victim.
YOU ARE READING
light & dark
Poetrydarkness represents sadness in so many essences and light represents happiness. I fall somewhere in between.
