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Depression
by Derek Gregory
Depression sinks into my brain.
Entering not willing to leave.
Not going anywhere in particular.
Just pushing and pulling at my deepest emotions.
Delving deep down into my soul,
Creating the friction needed to
Start poetry moving.
Poetry runs through my blood
Sometimes running away from depression
While other times
Embracing it like a long lost sibling.
I watch everyone
Looking for signs of something,
Commonality maybe?
I think of nice witty things to write.
But I never write down these words of wisdom.
I just stare at the mirror.
Wondering.
Have I wasted my life?
Does my existence mater?
The look of empty despair
is reflecting back from the scratched mirror.
03/20/2003 Author's Note: Wrote this while out at sea...
Posted on 03/20/2003
Copyright © 2025 Derek Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 03/20/03 at 06:24 PM Wonderful read. I really can relate to this! I too, have a few poems about depression. Writing can be self-therapy. Write on Derek! |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/07/03 at 04:47 AM wonderful. we all go through depression one time or another i guess. And we reflect and question our worth. *sigh* |
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