Date Published: February 2, 2023
Time Published: 11:35 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Depression
I was caged in a dark well.
For how long? I couldn't recall.
In the spiraling abyss, I was left to dwell.
Broken images of my own―it was me that they mauled.
Death was a companion.
Heeding his words seemed like salvation.
To turn to his gaze―a lovely option.
His wine of eternal slumber, what a powerful concoction!
When all seemed lost,
Waking up became a chore.
My unmoving body turned to frost;
The ceiling, disappointed in a boy who lost galore.
There I was, who peered up the bottomless pit.
A place devoid of passion, I started to submit.
To sleep soundly, I longed for...
I took "his" hands; we crossed the door.
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