depression – Kindled Shadow Poetry

The Sun

When I behold you, I see the sun
You’re like the rays beating down on lapping water
Warming the surface and streaming through to caress the coldest depths of my sorrow
It may never be down here what it could up there, trapped within the forboding depths of my mind
But because I know you, I know warmth all the same…

Isolated

Isolated, the barren tundra
In a room, in a crowd
Echoes of inclusion
Seen outside in, infinitum

Surrounded
Alone

Forever sentenced to self

Running on Empty

Running on empty,
With nothing left to give.
Smiling,
Weights on each corner.
A fragmant of my former self,
A starved ghost. Barely me.
Turned to autopilot,
Coasting with fumes.

A Head Full of Thoughts

Opinions tinkering in my mind
Bubbling up, to share to an empty audience