Something of a Black Hole

A color of pale blue or gray,
Covering over her body, like a thick, heavy blanket,
A blanket with a weight to heavy to push aside.
 
A sound of silence,
However a silence so loud that everyone can hear it,
Yet no one knows how to reach out.
 
A sharp and smooth feeling,
Like one of a razor blade that pierces into her skin, allowing her to feel something physical,
Something to take over that numb feeling drowning her.
 
A scent of salt and rust,
The combination of tears streaming down her face and blood seeping from her wrists,
Because letting the demons escape allows her to erase them.
 
A taste of comfort food:
Ice cream, chocolate, chips, and cookies---
The food that eats the grief from inside out, keeping it away for a little while.
 
A facial expression of blood shot, puffy eyes,
Along with a wet, tear-stained face,
And a frown that could stretch for miles and miles.
 
A name for this is depression;
Which can also be called a black hole,
Since everyday, she is swallowed down deeper and deeper with no escape.

Author's Note

This was also for English class. The object was to write a poem about depression that used imagery.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Moving across the senses, you create such a darkness and silence that surrounds depression.. There is a vividness and reality to your words, and the last stanza profoundly summarizes the whole.. Yes.. it is a black hole.. such a horrid place to be.. . Powerful words.

[YYPSNicoletse]

nice poem!