Depression.

Far more uplifting than the title would suggest.

You don’t understand 
with all this noise 
it’s no wonder that you can’t.

This pounding. 
Thud! Thud! Thud! 
As though your world is coming crashing 
down.

In this storm, 
all you hear is the rain and thunder, 
and you don’t care to wonder 
that perhaps it’s someone a the door.

They’re knocking. 
Trying to break in, 
and you think it’s the wind. 
Unknowing.

Out there all alone 
you’re sure you will succumb 
to thoughts pounding like a drum- 
the incessant drone.

To afraid to look to the sky, 
otherwise you would see 
that you’re in the eye 
of the storm.

And that pounding, 
it was your friend 
trying to keep you from drowning.

Author's Note

Hey, I'd really appreciate any and all criticism. I tried to keep it short.

Reviews

[jvava]

This is a thought provoking poem that is pretty good. Great job!