A Poem by Sianna Reader

The corrupting nature of depression, those who are too weak to fight it, those who have been crushed by it, those who don't believe in it and those who will beat it!



Is it some illusion of the mind?
The devils toy, a demons game?
Snatcher, soul catcher!
Like bitterness, it stings the heart
And fills the air with bruised up blood.
Have I known such a thing?
Am I capable of this tangled web?
Maybe not – but I am fertile to its claim.
I have watched and learned,
I have seen this incubus creep up.
I have caught the swell of its pregnant pride.
Depression knows no limit
Or so they say
It only feels bitterness to those who are safe and sane.


© 2009 Sianna Reader

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Added on April 11, 2009
Last Updated on April 12, 2009


Sianna Reader
Sianna Reader

South Wales, United Kingdom

Hi! I'm 18 years old and have been writing for as long as I can remember. I love to read fantasy books especially The Twilight Saga and The Harry Potter series. (Reader by name, Reader by nature as my.. more..