(un)titled sorrow X

the depression
is
a weighted blanket
the last few days

or
i am waking up
at the bottom
of
an oceanic trench

either way

i am drowning in it

it has lacked
the manic up swing

without the balance

i am struggling
mightily

the dark thoughts
are now
dreams
in these
i yearn
for reality

i would call for help
but
my lungs
are already full
of
water

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