Mar 2018
Depression overwhelms me in the most foulest of ways.
Even now I continue to lay in my bed for days.
I feel all the weight of my current and past lives are on my chest.
Yet even now, I cannot fathom how this, to me, is a pest.
A pest, or should I say a shadow?
A shadow that can only give pain, which is all it has ever known.
As the shadow has always been there from the beginning with me.
Although through infancy I felt hardly a presence.
And now, it feels as if the presence has manifested a physical form.
Am I this shadow? That I cannot tell.
Even now I continue to lay in my bed for days.
I feel all the weight of my current and past lives are on my chest.
Yet even now, I cannot fathom how this, to me, is a pest.
A pest, or should I say a shadow?
A shadow that can only give pain, which is all it has ever known.
As the shadow has always been there from the beginning with me.
Although through infancy I felt hardly a presence.
And now, it feels as if the presence has manifested a physical form.
Am I this shadow? That I cannot tell.
This poem is what I felt at the crack of dawn. Around 4 to 5 am, I could not sleep because of how depressed I was. Yet, this poem was suppose to head one direction but went another route instead. Either way, I can only hope the community enjoys this piece.
