I imagine depression as a bottomless hole
That one day you tripped
Then fell
Into a dark cold empty abyss
Almost never to be found
The lucky ones can sometimes
Claw out on they’re own
But some of the more unfortunate
Fall forever
Others get thrown a rope
And hold on for dear life
But I most likely will be unlucky.
2 comments
beautiful analogy, and so perfectly fitting.
poetry is the pathway to the soul, because of how beautiful it is. if you’re one of the unlucky ones, I’ll make sure to catch you or anyone before you/they fall, because it’s scary when you go into the dark alone.
-TR