Poetry 101

Depression

Walking down the street

Someone presses pause

A hand comes out of the sky and erases all the color from you

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You are slower, sluggish, and arms crossed

You still keep walking

Someone presses pause

Now the hand drapes a lead cloak around your shoulders

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Your shoulders sag, your knees buckle, you fall

You hit the ground, pause, and get back up

You fall again, this time slower to rise

Someone presses pause

The hand pours a pitcher of water in front of you

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You begin to wade in the water

The lead cloak is weighing you down

You are completely submerged under the surface

Slowly drowning

No one can hear you gasping for air

It's getting dark, your vision fades

You go to sleep

Forever

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By Seth Sepulveda