The Darkness

A poem about depression.

Darkness shrouds me

Shrouds of darkness

Depression creeps

Like a thief in the night

Insidious

Creeping

A predator

 

Pull the sheet over my eyes

Over my body

I am not here

I am not there

Not anywhere

You have taken me again

Cruel thief

 

Till death do us part?

Who even knows?

Death where is thy sting?

Life, where is thy glory?

Reviews

[mattavelli]

This is a fun read. It's very dramatic.
I don't like your description of depression, "Like a thief in the night". I'd like to see your own words.

Thanks for sharing. :)

[carolh]

Thank you, all critique useful. I thought these were all my own words, unless subconsciously I have absorbed someone else's!

[mattavelli]

Sure :)
"like a thief in the night" - "til death do us part" are both pretty well known sayings where I'm from.
"til death do s part" adds to your poem, but"like a thief in the night" takes away from it.