A Metaphor for Depression

A Metaphor for Depression

A Poem by Mylifeinheartbeats

The truth is that I lit the cigarette
And every fictional metaphor for letting death in
From Hemingway to Poe to Green
I was that kid that almost bit it
I am that kid that is lucky to be breathing
I am spending my borrowed days
Pulling cancer through a filter
And asking Death if he wants sugar in his tea
I am eternally slipping through cracks
Hoping there is a different reality in a cement basement
Wondering if there is a god in between my finger spaces
Questioning the taste on my tongue
I am breaking mirrors in my mind
I am afraid that maybe I am the reflection
All of this feeling I thought was my own
Just an echo
I think I am afraid of the feeling you get when you are safe and well
My heart is an empty canon
Maybe my shot was never fired
Or maybe I am buried in someone else’s chest
I hope they aren’t bleeding the same way I am
From the inside where no one can see it
Every poem I ever wrote was nothing but a dream I had
And sometimes I would rather be dreaming
I am floating away on star dust
And I am nothing but afraid
Fearful that someone might remember me.

© 2013 Mylifeinheartbeats

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Added on November 15, 2013
Last Updated on November 15, 2013
Tags: poetry, depression, free verse, telea dodge, mylifeinheartbeats, metaphors, john green, ernest hemingway, edgar allen poe, death, cigarettes




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