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Poetry
A day with Depression
By awakenedmind
15 May 2008
I truly hope no one understands this work

awakenedmind

aka
Michael

A soul lost in a sea of people all around me,
All alone now as no one can see.
I look for solace but instead I find,
A wall of silence, as it beckons me.

Here I sit on a bench, just me,
Everyone, they’re just passing me.
I look and smile to those who pass,
They look away as they scurry fast.

As I sit I wonder what to do,
Then cry and realise there is nothing I can do.
I cry some more and wonder why
People go by without wondering why.

As I get up I look around,
A ray of sun to brighten my mind.
Nothing there for me to see, the clouds are dark and cannot see
I turn and go forever more with that dark cloud over me.

There is no hope from this depression
Just day by day a total regression
As I get older the anguish gets worse
As people around then just curse

I want to hug I want a cry
But most of all I want die
The only thing I can be sure
Die I will but not that soon

So on and on as I walk this earth
A lonely path and solitary berth
Although my wife and kids are there
I don’t feel as I can share

I have a load of things here to do
But I just cry and wonder too
All there listed and in order
Except my mind, total disorder.

To lie down and go sleep is what I crave
But not wake up to see the day
But that I will and soldier on
For that I’m told makes a man

As I write and cry some more
I want to go right through that door
To walk away and never turn
To follow this path on horrid ground

As I close I wonder more
How to close that horrid door
Pills and potions I am given
To release my mind from its collision

On and on I go and see
That lots folk are following me
They do not talk and do not see
But they follow as blind as me

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Written by mia_ms_kim (1019 comments posted) 15th May 2008
I found this very interesting and readable. More than a few lines stood out for me as very well expressed. I'm sure most people can relate to depression at some level. If this is autobiographical, I hope it is not a constant experience for you, Mike. But it seems that minds that have known suffering produces substantive material, even comedy.  
 
"I want to go right through that door / To walk away and never turn" reminded me of a person who once did that. This man one day went out for a walk, numb with pain, and kept on walking and didn't stop, violating his parole condition. But today he is doing very well. 
 
Please, keep writing. I personally find piece therapeutic. 
 
Mia :)

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