Depression Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Depression
Depression
I wrote a poem that made me depressed
it took out me my natural sense of optimism
left me with the reality of the truth.
I never was a poet, only a lone man seeking
solace in an imaginary life.
Someone said my work was about my self
this is not so I write in the "I" form write
what I have read, what people have spoken and
what I think about the incredible life lived
at the outer edges of society.
Friends I had, only a few, have died
leaving me waiting for the knock on the door:
come now you can´t postpone it any longer.
I shall not go hollering into the good night,
passively submit, offer my heart and wait
for the axe to fall and I say let it be over quickly.
Depression is contagious. Happiness is also contagious. Chose it wisely for it matters you. An insightful poem. There are yet many happy things to be done, so let's begin.
It comes per certain... but on its own schedule fixed long... a mere wish won't do the trick... it's more depressing to be in wait for the inevitable... rather the time left could be used for being carefree and being casual to allow things happen... as and when, wherever and the way it chooses to... Who Cares!
Man, you really do sound depressed. Hang in there. Life really is worth living!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Depression comes through obstacle and death brings sorrow. This poem is very brilliantly penned with amazing expression.