Depression

I sit in a room with the lights turned off.

Look out of the window at the leafless trees.

As they sway back a forward from a good strong breeze.

Feeling fear and upset.

 I fall to my knees.

 

My minds taking over by these dreadful thoughts.

Am I dyeing? Will I live?  Am I sick?   

Driven mad by these thoughts.

Praying to god that they’ll leave. 

 

 Depression, isolation and Darkness sets upon me.

 The people all around me can’t understand what they see.

 It was the child who I bore. Who has destroyed me.

Sucked the life from my body and the freedom from my mind.

It was postnatal depression.

 Which left me in time.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of us fall to depression. I force myself up and see my grand kids. I tell myself. Must stay strong to keep family safe and for them to have a safe place to come home to. I see in many faces. Little hope. Time for the common folks to help each other. We must give support and love. No weakness in this poem. I could feel the hurt and the fear. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Leon R]

Hm interesting poem, very well written, dark and painful as it should be.