An unfinished poem about my experiences with depression ♥️
When I posted this it compleeetely messed up my format, so just pretend that the format is correct (😆) I added periods to help understand the incorrect format 😊
Sprinting through the trees, I look back, fearful of what I'll see. The view behind bears a black, lifeless, soulless void, hunting me down. This demon and I are no strangers. Many a time have we done this dance, the beast chasing me down, trying to grab ahold.
Without warning, I trip. My body thuds against the ground, the turf welcoming me with a forceful embrace. Rocks and roots tear the thin skin on my hands and knees. Bruised and bloody, pain ripples throughout my body. Something is grasping my ankle, pulling me under.
I look down.
A brittle, skinless hand grips my ankle, it's tendons stretched tight, bones exposed.
With terrifying strength, it drags me under into the dark, damp soil.
Alarm pulses throughout me. Waves of adrenaline rush through my body. Flight mode is in action.
I continue to descend.
I flail, trying to escape the hand's relentless clutch. Tighter and tighter it squeezes. Blood flow seizes in my wrist, numb and tingling.
(to be continued)
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Posted Apr 7, 2022, 7:16 AM UTC · edited
Depression is a hard demon to fight, let me tell you that. I like your comparison of it chasing you through the woods. I look forward to hearing the rest of your poem :)
Might I add if you’re looking for more feedback, I’d suggest using the workshop flair :)