The Poetry Marathon

Yeah, life is crap
Depression sucks
An endless darkness
Always trying to pull you under
With no visible sign of light
Sadness become normal.

The bad news;
It may never get better

But the good news is;
You are not alone.

I am at a crossroads
The dark cloud looms over me
The clock that never fallible;
Says 12:00
Is it noon?
Is it midnight?

I am not a stranger to the dark
But the darkness seems infinite
I am at a crossroads
Should I succumb
Or
Is there a light behind the cloud?

Nothing’s left

The Light no longer shine

Darkness is the new reality

Emptiness,

Nobody’s home.

Look, what do you see

Happiness?

Smiling face?

Prettiest smile?

Look again, deeply,

What do you see?