In Deep
Darkness swallows me whole,
and spits me out into a blue room
trapped in can't figure out how to flee,
surrounding energy is melancholy,
so the tears begin to fall down,
the mask slips off my face,
smile obsolete,
my only protection against society,
gone; as my tears fill the room,
I drown in my sorrows,
as my mind thinks on it's own now,
and instead of letting my creativity stay,
my depression runs amuck,
making me a prisoner of my own thoughts.
This poem is about:
Me