robin voss

Teen Fog

Pain surrounds me like
a midnight fog...
The muffled sound of tears
running down a hill
of wet skin...
Echoes on the padded walls
of my mind...As i slowly sink in
to the pillow of my...
DEPRESSION

Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011

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Comments about Teen Fog by robin voss

  • Yen Cress (9/20/2007 3:44:00 PM)

    Your poem so elegantly expresses the lonely despair of nighttime to a depressed person. But, Robin, there is help for depression! I was depressed for most of my life, and still take my meds every day. But now I can live a normal life, and I would wish the same for you! !

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