The Waves Of Depression
The Waves of Depression
They come and go
Like the waves, they ebb and flow
I am constantly wondering when it will strike
When it will show its face and become a sight
It floods me in its misery
Making me believe I am nothing short of a mystery
This hurts my heart
And makes me feel like a broken part
I know with prayer
I can make it through
I can tear down the walls
And make you stew
If you just let up me a little
I can solve your riddle
The mind games you play
Are often unfair
But I know I can conquer you
Tempt me if you dare
Poetry
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Comparing depression and waves is so accurate, especially the lines “Like the waves, they ebb and flow /I am constantly wondering when it will strike.” A very strong poem!