The Deserts of my Depression

Most people fall into pits of depression.

What I have fallen into is something somewhat different.

It is not a pit, per say,

But more as if I have fallen off a cliff.

I have hit the bottom,

A floor of sand.

 

And once I examine my surroundings,

I see an openness of desert sands

As far as the eye can see.

The sun is hot on my skin;

Salty drops of sweat drip over my eyelids,

Burning my eyes.

 

I am, for some unknown reason, barefoot.

The hot sands burn the soles of my feet.

It hurts to stand

 

But if I sit, then I fear I will not be able to stand back up.

 

My limbs feel too weak to do much else but stand.

They hurt and yell with aches from the fall.

Bruises and cuts cover my body.

My head throbs from the thoughts that haunt my mind

 

I am confused.

I am numb.

I have gone numb from all this pain,

mentally and physically

My head hurts.

 

Sometimes I disguise my pain with fantasy,

but now I cannot separate my dreams from my realities.

It feels more like a boiling ocean really,

the heat beginning to drown me, heavy and hot,

depriving me of the oxygen I need if I ever want to clear my head.

I need to get away from here,

but the only other direction to head is into the sandy unknown

and that scares me.

How do I get away from this place?

 

 

 

-S.L.S.

Author's Note

grammar?? Does it make sense? Should ii go into more detail because I can? Suggestions?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Depression is hard to escape from. I believe you need a change of scenery and new goals. Something drove you to depression. Need to escape the thing somehow. A very hard subject to write on. All of us know depression. I was always lucky. I could lose the bad memories by finding new goals and places to be. No weakness in the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[DeCipher]

You are good at poetry, and honestly I wouldn't worry about what everyone else thinks, because writing is more of a personal thing. It's about YOU and what YOU want to write. So just keep doing what you're doing.