Ringing silence surrounds me
Deafening
Contrary to its quietness
I'd listen to my favourite song
But I can't feel it
I'm distant from its beauty
Dysthymia has emptied me
I feel no joy
It's like being blind
In an art museum
Knowing there's beauty there
But being unable to see it
I look okay
But I'm not
It's like
I have a rose in my mouth
I look so pretty with this floral accessory
But thorns have pierced my tongue
That smile is a grimace
I am joyless
Depression inflates inside me
Like a balloon in my chest
Filling me with bleakness
For no reason
Sometimes the balloon gets popped
And joy trickles in again
And the colour returns to my sight
And the music sounds pleasing once more
But always, the remnants of
That popped balloon reform
Dysthymia returns
To pull me down to misery
I bite down on the pretty rose
Let the thorns mangle my mouth
Because at least that's something
I can feel
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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