Depression is like a leech.
A ravenous, carnivorous worm
Crawling onto my skin
It's intention: to suck the literal life right out of me
It's focus: to satisfy its hunger, regardless of my inner-health
Ingesting my blood at a fast pace, it drips sloppily from its mouth
Swatting it off, I stand victorious
It withers in the face of defeat
Returning back to the dark hell it came from
Like a coward, it begins to hide
Observing my joy from afar, it readies itself
Catching me off guard, it clings back onto my skin
This devastating cycle, repeats, time and time again
Though I want to be strong and remove its bloodsucking prowess,
I grow tired and weak.
Unable to leave my bed
Unable to eat food, without its newly deformed taste
Unable to see life with color and vibrancy
Inevitably,
We become inseparable.
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The Leech
PoetryThis poem compares depression to a leech. They both share similar trait. Depression can remove the happiness in one's life, like a leech. If you want read more similarities and observe different comparisons, I strongly recommend this poem! Please le...
