DepressionA Poem by BobbitheLioness
The way it lies and slithers
The cold, emulsifying embrace A throbbing Heart yearning for a glimpse of hope in an otherwise hateful dimension of existence. A look, a brush of the skin The Recognition of a quality in yourself.. a quality worth fighting for. A feeling of life, and the desire to pursue a life itself. All hope waivers, the overwhelming feeling suffocates and overcomes it’s prey and leaves it powerless, worthless, and at fault. There is no end in sight. © 2024 BobbitheLioness |
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Added on December 1, 2024 Last Updated on December 1, 2024 AuthorBobbitheLionessAboutI write poetry when I have a difficult time processing something. My strongest emotions always need an outlet. I struggle with my self esteem, I’m a giver and never feel like I’m worthy of.. more..Writing
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