Today’s prompt was to write a poem involving at least three senses to describe something. Having had an emotional few days, I decided to paint a sensory portrait of my mind as it feels to me when depression is trying to take grip.
Remember, if you feel down or depressed, try not to suffer in silence if at all possible. See your GP, speak to a family member or trusted friend, or if you have no one to turn to call 08457909090 to speak to The Samaritans in the UK or in the USA visit http://www.samaritansusa.org/contact.php for contact details. If anyone wants to add more, please do in the comments below. Depression and anxiety are treatable and manageable, with the right support, but don’t let anyone ever tell you your condition is not serious; only you know how you feel, and the treatment has to be tailored for you and you alone.
Mercurial mind
You are the smell of burning tyres
And stale wine
You are the sting of static wires
And pure lime
You are the roar of hurricanes
And dead lines
The hum of no one
The ache of loneliness
The burn of uncertainty
For no certain reason
Mercurial mind
You lost me before
I ever lost you.
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