Poetry

Five

Depression

i sit in a room
it's dark, pitch black
i can't see a thing

my knees are pulled against my chest
head tucked in
the dark is scary

but then i look up
i heard something
footsteps

closer, closer
person, form, shape
something is there

a hand
it reaches out to me
there are whispers

i can't make out what they say
just continuous mumbles
the hand

it comes closer
it's just as dark as the room
but i can see it

i'm scared
the figure, it smiles
i don't like it

it takes another step
the hand
touches my knee

i flinch
a cold shiver runs down my spine
i look into the eyes

dark
it's so dark
why is it so dark?

it grabs my hand
a hand i didn't know
i accepted to hold

i'm pulled up
with shaky legs
nervous sweat

the whispers are louder
clearer
i don't like what they say

it's ceaseless
never ending
just talk, talk, talk, talk, talk

they won't shut up
but
what if

are the whispers right?
suddenly this dark figment
they don't seem so scary

the chill on my spine isn't so cold
there's a comfort
but now

there's this weight on my chest
it won't go away
i seek comfort

i follow my new friend
sure they're dark, maybe a little freaky
but they take care of me

they take me further into this dark room
the black isn't so encompassing
yet it still surrounds me

i don't mind

we walk
walk
walk

we talk
talk
talk

but the whispers only grow louder
my friend's smile grows wider
wider, wider

help!
help!

why won't you help?
i thought you were my friend?
a comfort in the dark?

yet all you do is grin
while the whispers turn to shouts
screams

i'm scared
so scared
and cold

oh so cold

what have you done to me?

they don't shut up!
they never quiet
ceaseless

just like your smile

hesitantly
uneasily
i unlock my hand from yours

you frown
you don't like it
but the whispers

they're whispers again
no longer screams
i don't believe them anymore

i don't believe you anymore

i can't believe i trusted you
i suppose that's how you work
let sadness creep in

then you force in further
filling the gaps
until you way your victims down

down
down
further

holding their hands
as you lead them further
further

from the corner of that room
that room where there is a door
a door that i run for

i'm sprinting
i hear your footfalls behind me
help!

suddenly there's a crack in a wall
i see a white shimmering handle
it glows

your frown deepens as i speed up
as i turn the door knob
i look back

for once
i'm the one smiling

Depression