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Depression reaches for your soul with grasping hands, quenching all the candles of infinite joy. It smothers until there is no light left in the world, until everything is dark in the cosmic chasm. Depression is a drug that never stops, as it feasts on everything dear. It takes and takes and takes until there is nothing but emptiness. Depression holds you hostage in your room, your house, your world. There is no escape, no freedom. There is just a sinkhole that drags you in and you grasp again and again but that gritty sand in between your fingernails slides and you slip and fall down down down. Depression follows you constantly. It asks you to succumb. And once you do, it takes you under its gray umbrella where the rain and thunder pound down. Boom and boom and boom blends into a mix of blaring sound. But depression is still there holding your hand. It reminds you not to run. So you stay in that container, the container in the dark corner where dreams disappear. You might never escape the rope that ties you. Depression will hold you. Feast on you. Sink you. Contain you. But it might not. All it takes is a spark of fire and depression will dash off like a cheetah who has just found the motivation To follow its dreams. Until then it will hold you mercilessly in the funeral of lost dreams. Waiting, watching, waking in the bare black hole of depression. Don’t escape. Don’t run. Stay.
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 8:08 PM UTC
The Ropes of Depression
Depression reaches for your soul with grasping hands, quenching all the candles of infinite joy. It smothers until there is no light left in the world, until everything is dark in the cosmic chasm. Depression is a drug that never stops, as it feasts on everything dear. It takes and takes and takes until there is nothing but emptiness. Depression holds you hostage in your room, your house, your world. There is no escape, no freedom. There is just a sinkhole that drags you in and you grasp again and again but that gritty sand in between your fingernails slides and you slip and fall down down down. Depression follows you constantly. It asks you to succumb. And once you do, it takes you under its gray umbrella where the rain and thunder pound down. Boom and boom and boom blends into a mix of blaring sound. But depression is still there holding your hand. It reminds you not to run. So you stay in that container, the container in the dark corner where dreams disappear. You might never escape the rope that ties you. Depression will hold you. Feast on you. Sink you. Contain you. But it might not. All it takes is a spark of fire and depression will dash off like a cheetah who has just found the motivation To follow its dreams. Until then it will hold you mercilessly in the funeral of lost dreams. Waiting, watching, waking in the bare black hole of depression. Don’t escape. Don’t run. Stay.
Sometimes when we’re at our lowest, all we need is someone who understands ❤️
skeletonpandasquirt
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 8:08 PM UTC
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