A Depression Poem

The day is too beautiful to be inside in
The worlds of sunlight leaves and distant walkways
Call
But inside deeper than all darkness
The demons play their cruel habitual game
And nothing is seen
But the screaming of one's own dark pain-

Nothing beautiful matters
All the world outside does not exist
Inside where the deepest hell is
There is no escape forever
For the Emptiness one who oneself is-

by Shalom Freedman

Comments (2)

Nothing beautiful matters All the world outside does not exist Inside where the deepest hell is There is no escape forever A poem of depression written in dejectiom and disappointment in a beautiful manner Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
One of the saddest and most painful poems on Solitude that was ever written.