Darkened all around her
She couldn't see her hands
Panic started to rise
She tried to speak
A tightness in her vocal chords
Feeling detached,
Her body was no longer hers...
There was bleakness all around
It touched her whole being
Pushing her deeper
Into...
Darkness, a tunnel without light
Trying to crawl her way out
The darkness would not allow
All she wanted was to sleep forever... ...
So eloquently describes the horror of depression!!! Such a nightmare! Thanks for sharing this well-penned poem!
Anna
Reviewed by Christine Volkoff (Reader)
Reviewed on September 4, 2011
Anyone who can live through this, come out of it and smile again, has to be incredibly strong. "Feeling detached, her body was no longer hers"...precise and profound.
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Christine
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