This poem was also for my Intro to Creative Writing class, and was actually based on a dream I had when I was around 18 years old and was probably the most depressed I've been in my entire life.
Sadness Runs Through You
It’s a steady progression,
this dark sickness that sticks like a glob of
black tar. It trickles down your
throat and makes it home in
your stomach. It isn’t until
days or even years later when
you can feel yourself start to upchuck
the sludge. The sickness finally coating your throat
and makes your teeth pitch black.
You pull your head back up,
only to see that this dark sickness hasn’t just
affected the pits of your stomach, it’s when
you see the hollow darkness in your eyes,
where it looks like your pupils are blown so wide
you seem lost, like a deer in the headlights.
The sickness has paled your skin, leaving it
an ashy white. Cracks like you see on well-worn
pavement litter the edges of your face, the tar
seeping out from the pores like an ungodly puss.
Your lips are painted like the night, but not the kind
of night with dazzling stars and a comforting moon,
it’s the kind of night with no stars, no moon.
Like a shadow with no being to call it’s other half.
You try wiping the sickness from the corners of your
mouth, itjust smears
more on your cheek.
You try to look away, and your eyes are
focused on the bright light above you.
However,
the light only makes you feel dizzy
and airy, and you reel back and spew more
of this dark sickness.
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About the Creator
Rebecca Lemke
Hello! I am a 25-year-old college student who majors in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing. Creating poems and stories have always been a passion of mine and I really hope sharing them with you all will help improve and shape me!
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