chris schwartz

Depression - Poem by chris schwartz

Maybe death has been my passion in life.
For the insufferable,
Only the hope of something
Greater beyond
Is it wrong to be tired?
Is it to be judged in life
To close your eyes
To a world
Where only heartache
Beats to the same music
Of what your soul
Has tried to escape from.
I have lived my life
With curtains drawn
Letting the light shine in
Only on occasion
After the wildfires
Have burned
All I knew and loved
To the ground.
Yet the newborn ferns
Of life,
Make me open my eyes
With wonder,
I see the nourishing black dirt
They are under,
I water them
With my tears.
Oh, how I would
Like to grow with them!
If it weren't for my fears.
My wheels have turned
So fast, so often,
That they are in need
Of major repair.
No one can fix them but me.
But I am too tired.
The wheels of depression
Beat down the innocent
With hurt that feels like
A horse without shoes
On a cement road
Trudging forward
In pain,
And pulling the wagon
Hoping to land and to rest
Somewhere that's cozy.

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Depression by chris schwartz

  • (9/11/2019 11:13:00 PM)

    A sad reflection aptly described. (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  7. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]