Roxanne Dubarry

Gold Star - 5,820 Points (October 4,1954 / Seattle, Washington)

Depression Is A Cold Black Hole - Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Depression is a cold black hole without life,
and without hope.
Trapped in a dark and dark cell.
Being tormented in the darkest pits of hell.
No way out. No deliverance.
A prisoner of my own selfish whims.

Depression searches my soul from deep within,
and comes back to me empty and lost and hopeless.
Reptile monsters and fire pits.
Lost souls crying for an exit out.

They call upon God and receive no answer.
They call upon me and I cry out I can not
even deliver myself!

The lights of my last moments of fleeting sanity leave me.
Trapped in a cell with walls, not bars.
Under observation by my tormentors.
'Roxanne, you have more worlds to conquer..'
Dimly, the realization comes to me.
They alone have the power to deliver me.

But only Jesus Christ can set the captive spirit free,
and restore unto me, my complete sanity.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was partly reliving a nightmere. No reptile creatures were present, but the firey pits of hell were.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 2, 2017

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