Depression demon

This is the story of my deathening skull, 

Rotating with these crippling thoughts, 

Of whether to die or not to die, 

Like he said, “that is the question”, 

So I wait unknowing as to whether i’ll act, 

Or be crippled by my demon, 

For my demon knows, 

He always knows, he laughs at me, 

Again and again, all I hear is his hyena scream,

Cackling away, laughing at me,

For he is on control of my fate,

And this is what ruins me,

His crimson bulging hands wrapped around my cranuim,

In control of all I do, 

He even stops the mundane tasks and the simple things, 

It’s sad really but he stops my body’s movement, 

Certain days he won’t allow it,

I try and that angers him, 

So he makes the next day even worse, 

And worse and worse and worse, 

He is the control of me, I no longer am.

Reviews

[Venicia]

Great job of capturing a lot of emotion in just a few short lines. You're characterization of this particular demon and the helplessness it causes is spot on.

[spayne94]

Thank you. It's always easier to describe emotions when you put pen to paper. I find that anyway, I will check your poetry out.

[Lizzy95]

So honest and so dark. I can honestly say that I understand this. This poem is a piece of art. You convey the emotions and confusion so well. Well written..thank you for sharing.

[spayne94]

Thank you, I'm actually happy with how this poem turned out. Thank you so much, I will check your poetry out for you.