A Chapter by Debbie Barry

A poem of depression.




July 13, 1998

The darkness presses
Close about.
Cold, unyielding,
Stealing the air.

Outside the sun
Warms the grasses
While here within
There is nothing.

The struggle weakens
A tired soul
As the walls of ice
Press downward.

A last breath
A sorrowful whisper
As the darkness claims
Its victim.

© 2017 Debbie Barry

Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 29. Initial reactions welcome.

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Reads a little choppy, but it captures the disparity. I like it

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Debbie Barry

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Lacie. I'm glad you like it. I appreciate the observation.

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Added on November 9, 2017
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Tags: loneliness, darkness, poetry, poem

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Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..