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My Well

Depression and Its Fall

By David AlemanPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Deeper than any I have seen my well starts to re-open

This void of hatred and guilt calls as it starts to gape

I find I want to dive in, help me.

I am closer now and as a mighty Black Hole in space lures in starts and worlds beyond

So this well pulls not only on my heart but on my mind more so.

Every face I see in my life are here lining the walls as slowly I begin to fall

Terrified and in ecstasy all at the same time my fall is faster than before.

I feel I must dive in, help me.

Roots of old memories find themselves protruding through the mud walls

As I fall I try and grab the roots for help, but they simply dissolve at my touch.

Surely there is a bottom, how far can I fall?

I don't see anything below me it is so dark, the fear of hitting a solid floor makes me try in vain to stop

I really want to stop, help me.

When I find a root that is solid the one below my foot gives way, there is no escape

The more I fall the more mud and dirt sticks to me I can't keep clean.

My fall is now scaring me, I haven't fallen this deep before

Every bit of my body hurts as I hurtle through the darkness coliding with my memories

I am giving in, please help me, please.

I am scared when I hit the bottom no matter how many ladders are sent they will not be enough

This well, this fall, I am in hell already, help.

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About the Creator

David Aleman

I am a tired, middle aged man. Artistic and sporty but broken and bruised.

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