The Nile

Fighting against the current of it all;
I just wish that I was oblivious;
Walking along the shore like the others;
Alas, I am drowning in the river;
Beaten and battered until I quiver;
With thousands other depressed souls;

Battling to find a rock for support;
Catching my breath on the rock I sought;
Thrown back ten paces as it breaks;
Reminded as my lungs fill with water;
That you also trip on bricks and mortar;
That everyone else is too busy for me;

Desiring nothing more than a rope;
To be casted within my grasp for hope;
Alas, no one has noticed us sinking;
Too focused on their trek to happiness;
Not to lie they struggle too, it's not bliss;
Their life without illness is just different;

Taking five steps forward and three steps back;
Just growing wearier with each set back;
And the journey leaving more and more scars;
Some just let go over the waterfall;
And only then are we noticed at all;
For all this time for once someone does care;

Author's Note

This is my way of explaining what depression and mental illness is like to experience

Reviews

[SlightlyOdd]

I really enjoyed this poem, or at the very least related to it. The fact that I could do that makes it a good poem. The structured style really flowed well with almost story-like prose. With depression you feel the space between each breath more acutely

[TL Boehm]

a poignant write - the line you also trip on bricks and mortar was especially gripping for me.

[radio raven]

i can rate a movie or video game, but its hard for to rate a poem and since its out of 100 that makes it really tough.
anyway, love the play on words with your title.