Soul

A poem about depression

Inside your head

Inside four walls

it's painful to be

Your head full of nothing

Can't live with pleasure any more

The mercy of your heart is zero

Like you didn't have soul any more

Food doesn't tempt the belly, mouth, throat

You aren't dancing any more when playing music

Fashion doesn't bring you joy

The Bible and those books

or pen and paper don't tempt you to contemplate

The synonym of love might be family

now it feels like a mistake worth regret

Soul is screaming for space

The cage is ruining faith life

Sudden judgement is based on the surface

without knowing the person, watching underneath the skin

I would like to hug the man of God

so that the Holy Ghost could return to my soul

I would like to dedicate my time for prayer

because it beautifies the soul

I would like to dedicate myself to charity

and get better as a philanthropist, mother and wife

Soul is demanding new experience

so that life wouldn't turn into dull and black

The intellect is missing some teaching

and the artist is missing inspiration

The chef is missing new mix of spices

The model is missing a better wardrobe

The solution 

is found in passion or lack of it

neither in antidepressants nor beer

for which you might need rehab

to maintain the basis of mental health

so I'm choosing to swallow the negativity

Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. BY: EyesLikeBlues

Author's Note

Free verse

Reviews

[Asante]

"Soul is demanding new experience
so that life wouldn't turn into dull and black
The intellect is missing some teaching
and the artist is missing inspiration
The chef is missing new mix of spices
The model is missing a better wardrobe"

The above lines drew me in deep on a very personal note. My favorite thing about this verse is that it could have been woven with a much heavier dose of metaphor and the like, but it is very raw and that does nothing but amplify the weight of your words.

On a lesser (or, perhaps, grander note), I needed to read something like this today. I appreciate this piece! Solid job, Anne.