Pockets

Another poem about deepening depression.

Pockets deeper than my depression

I sink my hands in deep

Trying to stay warm in a life

That is devoid of light

Oh how cold life can be

When nothing makes you happy

Drifting from town to town

Just like your coping mechanisms

What you are looking for can’t be found

No matter how hard you look

Sometimes we keep searching

For things we believe we will never find

Sometimes we keep searching 

When everything else has left us behind

I do not know why we do this

I do not know how we do this

All I know is that some of us keep trying

When we don’t feel like being alive

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Truly expressed those feelings. I really liked this and the metaphor you used of pockets.