What Depression Feels Like
Photo by KATRIN BOLOVTSOVA on Pexels.com What Depression Feels Like The liquid velvet, soft and deep, A wonderfully warm tide to keep The soul at rest, the skin in grace, A gentle, all-encompassing embrace. It holds the sun's forgotten art, A yielding balm that mends the heart, Sinking deep into the bone, Where every coil of tension is overthrown. A quiet joy within the chest, A feeling wholly warm and blessed. Not just physical, but a love untold, A deep, inexplicable warmth to hold. In peaceful suspension, time is still, The outside world obeys the will Of this sweet bliss, where nothing is near But the gentle lapping of the heat held dear. Then, a subtle shift begins to creep, Disturbing the water from its sleep. A whisper of coolness, a current's sigh, A quiet, inevitable tide draws nigh. Down and down, the sanctuary falls, The warmth's core pulled through unseen walls, A slow descent, the magic gone astray, As the perfect feeling flows away. Swiftly now the ...
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