Paula Michelle Puddephatt
Depressive Haze - Poem by Paula Michelle Puddephatt
I learn not to mention them
my greyscale days -
this, too familiar, depressive haze.
I can view
your vibrant summer,
To me it is simply
an unreachable star.
Is the physical illness
or the curse
of feeling constantly empty inside?
I don't know, or even care, any more.
I mainly exist
behind my cell door.
What is my life for?
And then it returns:
the darkness. Pure darkness.
Almost enticing - almost inviting.
I can never explain
why I am
in emotional pain -
I can barely
Yet, still I am trying to smile,
and sometimes I do.
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