Dysphoria
It surrounds me like a fog
A blanket, a miasma
A cloak of shame.
It coats all I do
Colours everything I am
It begins to define me
It is not something
That I can prevent,
I only hope to resist
And in that hopeĀ
Lies a desperate wish
A far off dream
A dream lost in haze
Trapped in a maze
Of depression.
My depression
It surrounds me like a fog;
My own cloak of shame.
Emma Robinson
Tue 6th Apr 2010 13:11
I like the link words between stanzas which acts like a strand between each one for someone to cling on to, does that make sense? I also like the fog which creeps through each stanza and gives the impression of the I in the poem's state of mind. I like it SK :)