Loves out of order.
Imagined fear/terror.
Necessary mental response.
Collapse of reason and logic.
Rise of despair.
Sense of hopelessness.
What is sleep?
Mind always whirring.
Suicidal ideation.
Nothing but suffering.
A smile from a stranger.
A speck of light.
A lovely thought.
Black turns to grey.
Grey turns to beige.
Some reason returns.
The sky is still there.
I’m alive again.
Black clouds return.
Can’t block out my sun.
Because my loves are in the right order.
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Loves out of order.
Imagined fear, creeping terror.
A necessary mental response,
But one that shatters reason.
Logic collapses.
Despair rises.
Hopelessness settles in.
What is sleep
When the mind never stops?
Thoughts whirl in loops,
Dark, spiraling.
Suicidal ideation.
Nothing but pain.
Suffering becomes the air I breathe.
Then
A smile from a stranger.
A glimmer, a speck
A lovely thought.
Black turns to grey.
Grey to beige.
Color creeps in.
Some reason returns.
The sky still there.
And somehow,
I’m alive again.
Black clouds try to return.
But they cannot block out my sun
Because now,
My loves are in the right order.
This is an interesting piece starting off one way and flipping it around. That is how life is, right?
The first one is better in my opinion. Our minds are a battlefield.
Beautiful.
I’m always interested in other people’s take on depression and how the mind arrives in such places.