Depression Poem by Fred Babbin


Rating: 4.2

There is a rat
I call Depression
Inside me,
Eating at my innards.
The pain goes to my throat
So I am choking on my tears
My tears of blood.
Would that I could
Write of something else,
Would that I could.
And I am so very tired
If I could only end it all
Looking at words on the page
that reflect back to me
my misery.
And where am I?

Janice Windle 12 December 2007

I can relate to this too, Fred, though I've never been clinically depressed. I have had days (and weeks in the distant past) when I feel worthless - though never suicidal. Most recently, a case of social guilt sent me into this black mood and I wrote 'At the Bottom' (among my poems.) The feeling that your identity is shrunk to something small and dirty and vulnerable is certainly like a creature eating you from the inside out. Again, you've hit the nail on the head here. And the last line is fine - says it all.

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Sonny Rainshine 22 December 2007

Powerful, powerful poem. The image of the rat inside is chilling and I wouldn't change a thing.

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Gary Witt 16 January 2008

Mr. Babbin: The rat is a perfect image. One change I would suggest is the word 'innards.' I would cut that word and most of the following line. I think if the rat is eating directly at your throat then it a) explains the choking and b) makes the expressed pain much more concrete, and probably more accurate as well. The last line is also extremely good. I might delet the extra 'I? ' Your dissatisfaction with this one might come from the fact that it seems chopped at the end. The extra 'I? ' might be an attempt to bring better closure. I would like to see more, myself. You could go in either one of two directions: further down the spiral of depression, or find (somewhere, somehow) a way out. To me, the fact that you are still editing this represents your path out. And I suspect part of your motivation for writing this one is to provide that path. Or at least to point toward the moon. If I failed to mention that this is one fine poem, I apologize. It truly is. Thank you for sharing it. -G

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Hey, can I use this poem in some of my lyrics, I am working on a good project and this would work great. I am a hip-hop artist and these, raw thoughts would help me. Thanks.

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Hey, may I use this poem as lyrics to one of my songs that i am working on, these are raw thoughts that I can relate to. It would go great with what i am working on. Thanks.

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Amber Lamb 07 July 2008

Raw and uninhibited, refreshingly frank.

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Desiree Whitamore 04 March 2008

Whoa. Deep. I keep asking myself how I really feel, and depressed always pops into my head. This poem, almost describes how I feel, I just haven't figured it out myself yet.

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Chris Mendros 28 January 2008

From the rat in your throat to the words reflecting misery back at you, a strongly evocative write. I think the last line works 'cause it sums up all the confusion that adds to the overall torment that depression brings.

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