![]() The Beast - DepressionA Poem by denise![]() the monster that is always there![]() “Out of control “ feeling? That when the darkness grips me, my only reaction is to cry, to feel despair? It sneaks up on me, Hiding, waiting for its chance, To pounce like the predator it is, I can’t explain it I can’t reason with it I can’t control it I can’t ignore it I have to let it take me Have no choice My only weapon is to distract " to do something, anything No one else can help, But it is clever, It grips me, keeps me inactive, it won’t let me escape It knows if it keeps me quiet, if it isolates me,
I will despair, I will give up © 2017 deniseReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 12, 2017 Last Updated on July 12, 2017 Tags: depression, blackness, isolation AuthorRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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