Depression – SickyBeat

I keep Deleting

There is a motif in my words now. I used to have a gift for darkness, Or perhaps, just holes in a jaded heart. When I gave the darkness language, The pain glittered. And now, my words only bubble and pop on Occasion. But, I am okay with that.

A Script Yet Written

The orange leaves say fall Against the night The nibbling chill and rain scream October. My mind, blanketed by that scream, Reflects. I was broken 12 hours ago, Hopelessly exhausted, And exhaustedly hopeless. But 12 hours ago, Is no more, I slept away 12 hours ago. And the music woven in the darkness is profound.Continue reading “A Script Yet Written”

Yesterday was an Ebb

Some days are ebbs. The kind of day That doesn’t feel terrible, But beats you down anyway. And I am waiting for the flow. The time where things are hard, But satisfying where the exhaustion is welcome

Just to Remind You

I was so free of that decade of depression, that I hadn’t thought of it outside distant memories. Even in the middle of a war that I could only witness I could still find stars through the gun smoke but, to continue the metaphor, at an odd hour the stars were captured by dark clouds,Continue reading “Just to Remind You”