Spiteful Depression Poem by neethu jas
Spiteful Depression
The way I depressed is the way I suicide…
Its like I’ve been in a room without any doors & windows..
The moments, which slab my heart…
The frosty handed death …
Feel to cry stridently… but …
No one..no place..nothing…
The spiteful Depression…
With shadows…without any hope…
A narrow escape…
I implore to my God…
It won’t ever come back to me…
Never Ever..!
Now it’s serene …
Without any saddle…!
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8/28/2026 9:45:26 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A sublime start with a nice poem, Neethu. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.