Depressed 1
Depressed 1
May 23, 2024

Who I Am

I am a futile speck of dust in an ever-expanding cosmos

I am the missing link in an ever-evolving dying species

I am a sliver of light unable to escape the black hole

I am a dead thought in the back of an unstable mind

I am an echo of an unheard voice from long ago

I am the broken umbilical cord between the Sun and Moon

I am the dying son descended from a line of death

I am the destiny of a fractured past embodied in one

I am a dried recollection in a desert of hopeless dreamers

This is who I am

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Southwest United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe

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tyro

11 months 1 week ago

The first and third metaphor the best, although none seem disjointed. the answer which jumped into my mind as answer to the question was: Dis-jointed Being

Geezer

of repetitious lines in most works, but I do see the value here. This piece gives a little insight to how it must feel in being depressed. My youngest son [in his thirties], suffers from depression and severe mood swings. The mental-health care here is not so good because of how overburdened and understaffed they are and can do little more than offer him meds and a counseling session a couple of times a month. I just pray that he stays stable and free from harm, as I do you. Take care my friend. ~ Geez.
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