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Mine To Slay
What have I become
A whisper fading
Shadow losing form
Missing footsteps
Soul vacuuming
Emptiness
Creeping along life
An annoyance
Crawling sensation
Walking corpse
Defective heartless
Rubbing salt in wounds
Languishing
Anguishing
In depressions puddle
Not drowning
Just soaking
Marinading in its bile
I never fear it
Have welcomed it
A few times
The reaper knows me
Occasionally
We’ve been on nodding terms
I fight alone
It’s mine to slay
Sometimes weak
I let it overwhelm
But eventually
I dig myself out
A whisper fading
Shadow losing form
Missing footsteps
Soul vacuuming
Emptiness
Creeping along life
An annoyance
Crawling sensation
Walking corpse
Defective heartless
Rubbing salt in wounds
Languishing
Anguishing
In depressions puddle
Not drowning
Just soaking
Marinading in its bile
I never fear it
Have welcomed it
A few times
The reaper knows me
Occasionally
We’ve been on nodding terms
I fight alone
It’s mine to slay
Sometimes weak
I let it overwhelm
But eventually
I dig myself out
Published 8th Sep 2020
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8th Sep 2020 8:42pm
8th Sep 2020 9:18pm
I wish like to tell you something in the comment, but for the moment I prefer not to. Nice writing, indeed.
8th Sep 2020 9:33pm
8th Sep 2020 9:45pm
11th Sep 2020 7:00pm
Depression is a difficult beast to slay, AP. But writing poetry is one way to bring the shadow to light so that you can overcome it.
Very nice write.
Very nice write.
28th Sep 2020 7:19pm
Excellent work AP. That second to last stanza rings so true to many who have dealt with the depression.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing.
