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It isn’t very often that I am honest with myself but I wrote this poem to relate what depression is really like, for those that do not know
I always knew I was destined to disappear
Into the blankets of space and time
Balancing on the silky threads of reality and dream
reality is a TV-Static, distorted and an illusion projected for our desires
On and on in my mind there is an open tundra, where a low wind howls and the ice chills to the bone
voices echo through in every which direction of the room, not belonging just in one place
it is difficult to understand the voices, as it appears to be heard from underwater-Distant. Unbelievable.
Faces peer in through the reflection, but they too are distant and far away. I want to say something my lips are chocked out of air, pressure tightening around my neck-an cruel chain
but even through suffering, you can find beauty
looking up I see the brilliant diamond pattern of the waves-a gate to outside and there is peace
the sandy bottom floating effortlessly like butterfly wings beneath
I am nonexistent now, one with the particle and waves, not in one body but in many.
a native of this barren land.
"You decide the outcome of your success"
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