It rises and falls like the tide on the sand
A weight of black steel pressing down
Strangling, drowning
And my heart treads the water, but it’s too much to ask
I’ve sunk into a slumber
And there is no awakening.
It rises and falls like the tide on the sand
A weight of black steel pressing down
Strangling, drowning
And my heart treads the water, but it’s too much to ask
I’ve sunk into a slumber
And there is no awakening.
the undergrowth. 
You wrote an excellent poem!👏
”I’ve sunk into a slumber
And there is no awakening.”
These verses are the perfect description of depression!
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Thank you! Writing poetry and articulating emotions is such an effective way of dealing with negative feelings – the power of words (as I’m sure you know!)
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My pleasure! Oh, yes, writing is profoundly therapeutic. ”Take your broken heart, make it into art,” as the great Carrie Fisher once said!👏♥️✨
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She was certainly a wise woman – humanity isn’t much without art!
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