Slave of Depression

Slave of Depression

A Poem by Shubham Sharma

A slave of depression I am
and loneliness is my friend
Happiness is a thing of past
no more than a frustrating fiend
Since my life has coaxed me into the gloom
Web of sadness entrap me coarsely
The heart breaks and pain blooms
Causing the soul to ache thwartly
A slave of depression I am
Who's sold his spirit to death
and mourns corsage of tears 
after sulky sober aftermath 
Pinning to loose myself
And leave for perfect heaven
Far away from this pathetic neither world
Where abdication of purity, anytime can happen
Dark Darker and Darkest
The hours flying by remains same
For not a common person 
But a slave of depression I am

© 2017 Shubham Sharma


Author's Note

Shubham Sharma
I wrote this poem as fast as i can to ponder whether i really have the in born creativity in me to write or not. Please give impartial reviews.

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This is amazingly good for just jotting it down as quickly as you could. There’s much artful writing here, not just a dreary depression dump, like one might think would happen. You use many creative metaphors (“corsage of tears”) and other dramatic word choices (“dark darker darkest”). I have a few corrections if you don’t mind . . . otherwise, all good! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Line 6: entrap should be entraps
Line 13: pinning should be pining
and loose should be lose
Line 15: neither should be nether
Line 18: remains should be remain


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shubham Sharma

5 Years Ago

This is one of my works that I wrote in go-with-the-flow style. I read a prompt and started to jot d.. read more
barleygirl

5 Years Ago

This is one of the best I've seen . . . I'm usually critical of people who only write by dumping out.. read more



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This is amazingly good for just jotting it down as quickly as you could. There’s much artful writing here, not just a dreary depression dump, like one might think would happen. You use many creative metaphors (“corsage of tears”) and other dramatic word choices (“dark darker darkest”). I have a few corrections if you don’t mind . . . otherwise, all good! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Line 6: entrap should be entraps
Line 13: pinning should be pining
and loose should be lose
Line 15: neither should be nether
Line 18: remains should be remain


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shubham Sharma

5 Years Ago

This is one of my works that I wrote in go-with-the-flow style. I read a prompt and started to jot d.. read more
barleygirl

5 Years Ago

This is one of the best I've seen . . . I'm usually critical of people who only write by dumping out.. read more
You made depression sound beautiful like you are proud of it, I liked this. It reminds of my poem 'happy being sad' where such emotions are exprrssed and I conclude that I am happy being sad, I feel that's what you did here, good one.

Posted 6 Years Ago


That's a lot on Heartbreaks and sadness
Depression is a Phase of Sins committed by us at some point in our life
so only one can move away from the feeling of being depressed
i guess!


Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A spiritual and deep peace, very reflective in your observations of yourself as you flow with the feelings that you perceive around you.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 23, 2017
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Shubham Sharma
Shubham Sharma

Umbergaon, India



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I am Shubham Sharma. I am 18 years old and i am a great fan of horror, psychological thriller, erotic thrillers and every darkest of the dark work out there. Disturbing things thrills me deeply but i .. more..

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