Poem (Set Them Free)

Set Them Free

By Rachael

 

Puppet strings shackled onto your wrists,

This lethal grip of depression,

It indulged itself in your possession.

Its sick sadistic tempting ways,

Like a cigarette to a smoker.

The darkness, as your nicotine,

The cloud nine, mirroring self-harm,

Each crucial to your estate of serene,

In a condition were your nothingness could begin.

Sucking you in for its grit of numb; for you are owned.

Until you have smoke needed to be blown.

Though your fragile self couldn’t withstand,

The emotions being overflown,

So you take another puff,

When the tough gets going,

And your times get rough.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy! :)

Reviews

[DarkRainbowPie]

Really nice piece here, it was really going somewhere and then..it ended! I feel like you have more to say on this matter. Say it! :)

[Chris Dominguez]

very good i like all the images you try and put within your writting very powerful reminded me how i felt wen i was in depression., Not fun

[Aethereal]

This poem expresses a common problem in society today. It inspired me to write this gift poem for you which you may keep as your own:

Puppet

As depression pulls your strings
silly puppet with mood swings
you're lured by addictive things
that won't mend your broken wings.

[Dhaye]

Just let the emotions out...set them free. If we will just keep it, then it would be truly lead to depression- a state which you mentioned as something owning us and we can't control it.
There's a lesson in it.
Nice piece!

[Schyala]

Loved it! So intense and I loved how you involved other addictions including self harm and comparing it into depression. Really amazing! 100/100

[Rachael]

Thanks so much! Gah! Definitely made my day! :D

[Schyala]

No problem!