The Fall Poem by Haley Shacklock

The Fall



The sun was once warm
and the world once alive.
Then
the flowers wilted
and none had survived.
The bees had buzzed
and the birds once sang.
But now there is silence,
for years in my ears it rang.
I grew apart from my fantasy land.
I adverted and rejected
every helping hand.
Now
the walls are grey
and the floors are cold.
This numbing pain is growing old.
I seek the light- my final savior.
But the world has chewed me up and spit me out
confiscating all flavor.
Now
here i lay,
a bland stack of flesh.
I survive each day
as broken
as the rest.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is the story of somebody who was once happy becoming diagnosed with depression and letting it take over their life.
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