The Sky Is Heavy Like The Lid Of A Pan

The Sky Is Heavy Like The Lid Of A Pan

Like one my grandma often use for trap-

ping hot and steamy gas within the pot.

No strings, but as my legs extend they strap

my limbs so tight that they decay and rot.

The sky is caving in and squishing hard.

The clouds were dense, the droplets drooping ooze

of dark black ink onto my white stained guard,

then sliming to my feet, I feel the booze

that rose and burned inside my chest. The light

is slipping, lid is closing, sky will break,

the world is ending, wringing me; airtight.

Their hopes, their dreams! All stabbing me with stakes.

The sky is closing like the lid of pan,

like how to live that I no longer can.

Author's Note

written: Oct 2023
Rationale: This poem is a Shakespearean sonnet with the rhyme scheme of ABABCDCDEFEFGG. Written mostly in iambic pentameter, it conveys the message and the feeling of someone who has lost purpose in life and doesn’t know how to go on. The purpose of this poem was to show people without the same experiences how one with depression may feel, and inspiration was taken from the heaviness of the lid of a cooking pan and from the people I know personally that have depression. There is no particular movement. Furthermore, devices such as enjambment (lines 1-2, 3-4, 6-8), hyperbole (line 4), juxtaposition (line 7), internal rhymes (line 2), sibilance, and consonance (lines 10-11) were included. There is a marked presence of tactile imagery (lines 7, 4, 11). Line 12 reveals the cause of the person’s depression. The volta reveals that the person no longer wants to live, which explains the description of their negative internal feelings that felt real (but is not) in the previous stanzas.