DEATH Poem: What comfort can be found, by Joy Young

Depression rolls in
Like a weighted blanket
Covering up thoughts and fears
Darkening out the lights
Putting silence into conversations
Spaces and cervices
Over filling it all with sticky warmth
It’s suffocating even the well best intentions
Can’t come up for air when weighed down
Limbs burning to push off the suppression
Mixed feelings of escapism
To try anew, to get back out into the world!
DREAD
Instead hiding under the covers
Pretending all the monsters are gone
That the morning will come soon
Yet like a child I dream of someone else
Waking me
Telling me that this nightmare
Is over

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