Spirit sapped
and stripped of joy.
Struggling to grasp
tainted happiness.
Steamy succulent showers
attempt to revive a broken soul.
Except a depressed body
struggles to get out of bed.
Bulky brooding blinds
Block out the sorrow filled sunlight.
Vindictive darkness,
clouds the room.
The heavy burdened door opens,
As mechanical denatured light
springs into the room
causing depressive tremors
Dainty cries can be heard
ruminating from a blackened soul.
Sorrow filled drops
pour out of eyes.
The dark dynamo
Darkens the mind.
Calls can be heard
from the deepest pits of hell
This poem is straight fire, really. There's not much else to say. I love the alliteration and consonance used here -- really punches in the hard-to-handle points. Heavy stuff here, but that's what I like about it. That said, I hope things are doing better, if not ok. Good job for turning emotions into something beautiful