Evanescence
/—written while listening…
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…lines of loss, immortal lines of tears,
I've lived in solitude these long dark, dreary years;
in childhood and in youth…
By Ngoc Nguyen
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Depression Ends
/…helpful tips about what I should do;
Eliminate the sadness, and alleviate the rue—
Perhaps if I’d a better brain the blues would stay away:
Remaining distant memory…
By Melissa Lemay
Read MoreDepression
/…has turned pitch-dark
She cannot find the path to the future
Her season stalls in freezing winter
She wants a dead-like…
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read MoreTrying is Winning
/We all go through difficult times…
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…know I have literally talked to the moon,
Whispered in my own ears,
I checked my heart if it is beating…
By Cheenu Singh Sisodiya
Read MoreBlack Dog
/Collaborative end-rhyme poem with poet Karlo Sevilla, whose work was previously published here in Grey Thoughts: he wrote the first stanza, and the second was penned by yours truly, a non-binary creative.
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…dog doesn't bark; I've heard it already.
Black dog doesn't bite; the marks are still here.
What black dog does is peer
six feet above me.
II.
black dog tousles up the sheets it ain’t allowed on
black dog keeps me up at midnight, gets its loud on
black dog, white tricks, gotta teach em daily
black dog doesn’t bark, six feet above
By Henrie Diosa Jimenez
Hubrisious
/I've been depressed lately, and I ended up writing this poem.
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…so ahead, and it does
get into my head.
Seems it was only yesterday
when they shoved me down
this pit, and shoveled shovel
upon shovel of grassy dirt
down my catatonic shell.
But now they're all
eating my dust,
and they're all
out of my sight.
They can't catch me now
at my stage of…
By Karlo Sevilla
Feelings
/Written from a hole I was not sure I would ever get out of.
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…is the spark I think I see
In others, but don’t see in me
The taste of smiles, life’s joyous zest
Why can’t I feel like all the rest?
I play my part, no understudy,
Unending search for friend or buddy
Vicarious scenes from other’s lives
A few brief sparks, my soul derives.
At times I weep, no point or thought
Perhaps from deeds I’ve done or wrought
And yet with life, I can’t connect
Emotions viewed quite circumspect.
As others’ feelings generate
I search within, a rising hate
The inability to show concern
Deep feelings aren’t a thing to…
By James Geehring
Sorrow
/…never overtaken with goodness,
It’s only so with sadness
Consuming thoughts and emotional mulch,
A dismal sort of madness.
My movements slow and purposeful,
No joy to hurry pace
And even lifting eyes from ground
The effort shows in face.
This pool of sadness, deep in mind
Why do I tarry there?
I know the path that leads away
From tears besodden lair.
Why must I fight within myself
To keep from feeling low
Trying to shield my happy thoughts
From sorrow’s heavy blow.
I find a brighter path to walk
Away from woeful pit
Yet tricky maps within my…
By James Geehring