Depression

• Sarah Ellett, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

Black as the darkest caverns,
Not the bravest dare explore.
A bitter taste upon my tongue,
As it hurts me more and more.
I smell the scent of smoke and ash,
With all crushing might.
Like walking down a darkened path,
Without a single light.
If these piercing screams would cease,
I may get some sleep and that’s a start.
This blackness is slowly killing me,
For I hate the beating of my tired, lonely heart.