Like being lost without being found,
Like being locked in a dungeon,
Like falling from a great height,
Like a full stop.
You carry on regardless,
Through the never-ending,
Restless dreaming,
Turn and toss.
Following the gifted,
The special, the wonderful,
The ones who never know,
Why are they blind to sight?
Lead you into the night,
The moon shaded in,
The wind is screaming madness,
Please, God, let me in -
Poem About How Depression Feels
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Published by Family Friend Poems July 2012 with permission of the Author.
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