Poems

Depression Poem #2

Depression holds me hostage inside of myself,

(Just) like a monster

Waiting under my bed

To give me nightmares.

My thoughts race,

I am stuck.

My mouth is shut.

I am paralyzed with fear and anxiety

I cannot stop thinking.

I am confounded into this toxic cycle

Of hate and disquietude...

I want to so bad as to call out for help,

But no one can help me.

It is just me, waiting, quietly, completely silent for assistance.

I am baffled into a mess of my own brain.

I go into the bathroom, my meds in the cabinet, hoping, pleading that meds will make it all go away...

I take my meds, sitting, waiting.

Five minutes, nothing.

Ten minutes, nothing.

My thoughts race, faster than before, begging for some calm...

Then, it hits me.