Paula Michelle Puddephatt

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Depressive Haze - Poem by Paula Michelle Puddephatt

I learn not to mention them
too often:
my greyscale days -
this, too familiar, depressive haze.

I can view
your vibrant summer,
from afar.
To me it is simply
an unreachable star.

Is the physical illness
worse,
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.
The moment
when grey
becomes black
once again.
I can never explain

why I am
immersed
in emotional pain -
why sometimes
I can barely
function
at all.

Yet, still I am trying to smile,
and sometimes I do.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Depressive Haze by Paula Michelle Puddephatt

  • Della Perry (9/13/2015 8:28:00 AM)


    Sometimes the people who you see in a 'vibrant summer' are just hiding their own 'greyscale days'. Loved this take on depression and the 'black dog'. We all just try to smile xx good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015



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