Silence grows
Like a metastasizing cancer.
Every day
Struggle for words
Slipping furthermore
Into darkness.
Leaden skies
Fill horizons
With soul-destroying
Numbness.
So easy
Release control
Surrender to madness.
Knowing
Azrael's blade
Brings final closure.
Some call me
Coward taking
Easy way out.
I ask:
Where were you
When I needed support
Countless times
Beaten up?
Attacking
My gender orientation
And sexuality.
Holy affront
To your religious values.
Laughing hyena
Leading pack
Of rabid children
Attacking me.
That's where.
Sighing
Is it too much
To ask for
Inner silence?
Laying bare
Those abusive memories
Triggers stripped.
Embracing
An expanding sense
Of self-worth and tranquility.
Something
You'll never understand
In a century of Sundays.
Therisa © 2019
Author’s note: How depression is experienced by me, and some of the events that have caused it.
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