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Depression the Silent Killer

Updated on July 5, 2015
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Occultic writer Ficton writer including romance, erotica romance, dark fantasy, drama Poetry all types of prose From Franklin County VA


I suffer from bouts of depression and SADD. This past winter I decided to pen a poetry book, In the Shadows of my Heart: Winter's Darkest Hour, and offer it to the public as a source of solace. It's always nice to know that a person is not alone in their moments of grief and solitude. I hope my poetry book and writing reaches the masses of people who need to know they are not alone in their sufferings. The poetry included in this Hub is not from the actual published book, but writings I took up once more as the darkness of depression crept back over my soul.

Insanity Ensues

The loneliness of despair

The solitude of grief

The depressive state of being

Pushing forth through the masses unnoticed


Intolerant views of words

Speaking the truth to deaf ears of the wise

Only to be burdened with ties of lies

The heart in truth does not lie

The words of truth are not lies

The lies are the form of evil and deception

Where in a soul that’s pure and light

Do not exist on the tongue

Insanity ensues as the solitude grows

Not insanity from an illness

But insanity from seclusion and hermitage

Walking the path of innocence and truth

Leads to words being rebuked and shunned

No longer feeling the last grasp of happiness

The veins bleed in pure bliss

The freedom of death knocking at the bathroom door

What does my heart yearn for more

To live or to die

To exist or to rise

The evolutionary trials of man’s hate

Echo through my mind’s eye

I know now what my fate shall be

But it only exists in infinity

Putrid Waters

I’m drowning again

I’m suffocating, choking on the putrid waters

Each arm stroke is weighted down with another rope

The ropes of regret. Of remorse, of fear

Bottle after bottle, I drown myself’ in fake bliss

Hoping the bottle will float me along the ocean of despair

I never reach the shoreline I never catch a breath of air

I skim the surface gasping only the reef of solitude

People fill the waters but not hand do I know

Not a hand reaches for me

I silently bob in between life and death

The darkness of life the darkness of chains

The chaos of my own mind

As I sit in my chair, in a world full of people

Who know not how to save,

But how to drown my sorrows away

And hide them from the light

Pushing them further into my deep seated fear

Pushing them out in streaming tears

Will I save myself?

From this pain and agony, from this lifeless world

That bubbles me in a barrier of silence

A barrier that no one can or wants to break

A barrier of painful solitude

That in my ear, whispers away


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      Kasey Hill 2 years ago from SANDY LEVEL, VA

      The book acutally has the light at the end of the tunnel

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      centurion87 2 years ago

      i Liked it.....very Nice..try righting ones with courage and achievements