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Depression Poems
Depression Poems and other kinds of art that we creative while
we travel through the dark night of the soul. Here I’ll share with you some of
the ramblings of my mind when I’ve been in the black hole. Sometimes in
expressing the pain inside ourselves we can release it. Sometimes it’s good to
know you’re not the only one who has felt this way. If you have a poem, song
or drawing or other that you’d like to share, please email me at tanya@creative-soul-inspiration.com.
More poems.
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THE BLACK HOLE
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In the worst time
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the hardest moment
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these are the thoughts:
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No one wants, loves, cares
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Unacceptable, Unimportant, Uninteresting
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Unintelligent, Unattractive, Unexciting
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No value, worth, purpose
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Replaceable, Recyclable,
Redundant
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Boring, self-absorbed, selfish,
thoughtless, miser
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A knife rips open the skin.
Tears the flesh from the body, over and over Endless. Worthless. Valueless.
Loveless. Homeless. Hopeless. Helpless. Faithless. Friendless. Godless.
Lifeless.
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Bury this and burden no one.
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Don’t call. Just die. Kill.
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Hate. Pitiless. Remorseless.
Hate.
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Foul. Horrible. Miserable.
Disgusting. Wretched. Scum.
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Hate and more hate. Rage.
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The good has fled from the
venomous torrent.
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This is forever.
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This is all there is.
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No release, trust, hope
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Cut open the veins and remove
this poison.
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So small, Red, raging anger
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1/4 of a 16th of an inch
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HURT
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Pounding my head
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Slowly promising
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NO ETERNITY
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Yet endless tense
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Drawing nails from my stomach
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Keep it containged.
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Enclose yourself in a cellphane wrapper
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With a pretty pink bow.
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Speak softly
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Don't move
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SMILE. And be polite.
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the FACADE
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The acceptable appearance - Face
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NO
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Hurt, Pain, Anger, Ambivalence, Rage, Passion
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only sterile cold concrete
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Must the heart hurt in order to grow?
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Must a journey always be solitary?
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Will anyone love what's beneath the face?
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THE KNOT
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So much of life seems
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Pulled back
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Kept tight
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Reigned in
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Damned up
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Hidden away
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Entombed
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And the urge to
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Overflow
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Break free
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Tidal wave surf into life
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Existence, the great beyond
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Pulls me
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Only I stand between myself and
expansion
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Yet I blame it on circumstances
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ONE QUESTION
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What if
I gave my cretins a vacation
in the Bahamas.....
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Would they go?
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THE WHITE EXPANSE
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The large white wall looks at
her
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and as she returns its stare
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it moves toward her
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in intervals
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small increments
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closer to the edge
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The wall wants to close in on
her
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and she wants to touch the air
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before she is crushed,
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smothered
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and loved
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by the white expanse
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INSOMNIA
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The girl in the white gown laid
down on the inflexible bed.
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darkness surrounding her
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She stared into the void; the
ceiling, the window, the closet.
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Yet all were shapes of grey;
blurred paintings of a stormy sky.
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She told herself to sleep.
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No.
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Walking out onto her porch,
voices laugh in the distance
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Looking for an image of a person
Real around her.
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No one.
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Odd. Still. Silent.
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Other Worldly.
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She stands with her body against
the railing
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that keeps her form from falling
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she reaches her hand into the
space in front of her
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to feel ANYTHING
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Air, molecules, motion, the
existence around her
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She feels separate, cut off
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She feels
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NOTHING
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WHY WRITE
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Tonight I write
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To…
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Save myself
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Find comfort
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Define the formless
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Express desire
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Discover hope
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Calm the fires
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Move the inside out
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And…
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Transplant
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the vibrating insatiable need
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that fills me
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and robs me of
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Peace
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Freedom
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Sleep
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Do I concoct pain in order to
create
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Or do I extemporize to
obliterate
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TYRANT
It hurts
A dull tense roar
like a walnut, growing
bursting out of its shell
And I know no way
to open my chest
and let this gripping feeling
depart from my body
Then it’s there
Tears. Hoping that through or maybe in them
I can release. Let GO.
Surrender
But No.
my heart keeps its fortress strong
and tyrannizes the land
my body
In addition to depression poems, check out poems of unrequited love
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