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Depression Grew - by jan webb

This poem is about the way my anxiety
sometimes, takes control of my life.And
keeps me from clearly seeing the the world around.
For, awhile, I feel like I could just give up.Or
like, I've not, a chance, at accomplishing my
goals.Kind of like, I am breaking a promise to myself.
But, I know, that as, sure as, I
have this evil, cloud right now.It will,
go away, sooner or later.

A Promise Broken

I see those eyes, peeking at me
from both sides.
As, I attempt to make truth,
of my desires.
And yet, within all this confusion
that I now lie.

A bitter delusion
has claimed my time.
Therefore, I am blind to the
understanding, of a single
rhyme.Therefore, the
pages oft, I'd written on
exist, no more.
And words, sworn
of promise to thine self
have been shattered.
But, give up,
one might ask?
And, I, to them reply
perhaps, for today,
but, not eternally.
A promise made, is broken
but, left intact, is the dream.

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The Dying Willow

December 11th 2008 04:27

This poem, I feel expresses the pain
and suffering of depression.It slowly kills
the inside of a person.Makes them feel like
they have already died.That they have no
room to grow in life.That no amount of time
will ever give back, what they've lost.

The Dying Willow

I gazed
upon a willow,

whose leaves
had reverted brown.

For, it bore the weight
of inward hate

till, its branches
brushed the ground.

Day by day
it withered, within.

Afraid to breath!

Whilst, shades of
gray lingered aloft,

and its knotted parts
deceived.

For
they viewed the
scenes of yesterday

as, though, they were
the ' word '

blocking out tomorrows,
with a heart, so, full of hurt.

Eventually, it grew weary
and its leaves began to fall.

Till,
bare it stood, before the world
without ,a doubt.

That destiny had been set,
absent, room for branching out!

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Depression Will Not Steal Our Dreams

December 8th 2008 18:18

Depression, Will Not Steal Our Dreams

You and I, are not so, indifferent,
for, we have worn, the same dark path.
Where some black cloud thief of sight,
stole into our youthful minds.

Planting seeds, of fear and doubt
that grew in groves and pushed about
our joys and pride, till they moved out.

Often less, than more, the pain we endure subsides.
As that black cloud goes drifting by,
uncovering our eyes.

Revealing our dreams, and while our vision is clear,
we pursue them one by one, until that same black cloud
again, covers up our sun.

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Paragraph19,Poem=What Wiil I Do, When The Light Goes Out?

November 19th 2008 13:30

Sometimes,when depression hits a person,
the world becomes a dark and confusing place.
Strength once found within is lost.
The hope,inside, or the light, seems to fade.
And we find ourselves out of control.
We become weak without our own guidance
to lead the way.

What Will I Do, When The Light Goes Out

In some

small corner of the world.

A light flickers,

beginning

to fade.

Whose 'watts' have been a guide,

through dark times in former

days.

I sure will miss its

lovely glow, as this type of bulb

is irreplaceable, I know.

For its beams,

were never too high nor low.

Yet, how will I see

when it no longer shines?

What will I do,

when it leaves the darkness, behind?

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Paragraph 18,Lost To Depression

November 13th 2008 18:43

It is not a place to lose ones self no doubt.Kind of like falling into a huge hole and discovering, there is no way out.I don't think I will ever find the path, but others have.
And it does leave just a bit of hope for me.Until that day arrives, I am lost to its control.This poem is how I feel when it removes itself, for at most, a day.Only to return in full force,
taking what control, I thought I'd gained

Lost To Depression

Ever so quietly, it beckons,

as, I succumb to its call.

I cannot see its presence

but, I damn sure feel the fall.

Within hours it has devoured

my entire universe.

Dousing any spark of life,

till, all that's left is hurt.

And so, begin the endless bouts

of doubt that plague my mind.

Leaving me to ponder,

why it is that I still breathe.

When the rest of me just wanders,

like a ship lost to the sea.

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Paragraph 17, Poem=Sad Brown Eyes

November 9th 2008 18:32

Depression has changed so many things in my life.It is what I believe to be a curse.
This poem is about how it has changed my view on the world around me..
I feel at times a little angry, perhaps raged.Because the simple things in life, are not so, simple anymore.Things once, enjoyed, are now a chore

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Paragraph 16,Poem = Temptation

November 5th 2008 01:51

This poem could define so many things, that would tempt a person.
It for me, is the idea, that depression can tempt me to want to commit
harm, by way of death, to myself.Not that I would. But, sometimes this

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Paragraph15,Poem=Loneliness

November 3rd 2008 17:31

Depression, at times can be the loneliest, place on earth.
I know it has been one of the hardest, emotions for me
to cope with, since, I got sick.Because, it does not matter if I

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Paragraph14,Poem=Only God, Will Judge Me

November 1st 2008 02:25

I used to believe that others had a right to judge me, I would often take to heart
their negative remarks.But I decided, who are they, what makes them any better
than me? They aren't god.Why let them, or their opinions, become my beliefs

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Paragraph,13,Poem=The Price Of Depression

October 29th 2008 20:48

I believe every illness has a price, in which the person who attains it
must pay. In some way or other it takes a toll either physically or mentally.
In my case, it is a mental battle. A struggle daily, to maintain my existence

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