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One Day I Will Write a Poem About My Depression
When shadows consume and joy is an evasion. Lost dreams linger, fading away, As life veers off course, leading astray. One day I will write a poem about my despair, Fighting for purpose, gasping for air. A constant battle waged deep within, Yearning for solace, a chance to begin. One day I will write a poem about the tears, That stain my face throughout the years. Unseen struggles etched upon my soul, Every step taken toward being whole. One day I will write of the silent fights, Longing to escape the darkest nights. Forcing smiles to mask inner pain, Hoping desperately it won’t be in vain. One day I will write about finding light, Breaking free from depression’s tight plight. In every word penned, hope shall reside, Revealing a journey where darkness subsides.
Lost
In this race we run, we have lost. Lost to the fast-paced stride of life, Dragging us along, never asking if we are ready. Expectations weigh heavy on our shoulders, They whisper in our ears, insisting on perfection, And yet, they change the melody each time we chase them. Pressure squeezes our hearts tight, Squeezing out the joy and replacing it with anxiety, Leaving us breathless and suffocated. We search for ourselves, as if we were misplaced, But we forget that we were never lost, Just waiting to be found within our own reflection.
Alone
Empty stillness consumes my soul — silence echoes through my veins. An absence that can't be made whole — weight that no one can explain. The world around me lies in ruin, memories fading with each breath. This grief, it seems, has no undoing, a wound beyond time, beyond death. The quietness consumes my thoughts, a numbing void that lingers near. The pain of what I've lost, a sorrow too heavy to bear In this hush, I'm lost within a home that feels both strange and known, perhaps the silence is akin to a place where I can be alone
The Possible Sad Story of How You Never Pursued Your Dreams
You had a dream, a burning passion deep within your soul. It was the kind of dream that kept you up at night, fueled by your fears and desires. You imagined how your life would be if you pursued it, how you would feel fully alive and unstoppable. But as time went on, life got in the way. You put your dream on hold, telling yourself that you would come back to it eventually. But eventually never came. "The possible sad story of how you never pursued your dreams." As you looked back on your life, you wondered what could have been if you had just taken that leap of faith. What kind of person would you be? What kind of life would you have lived? The questions haunted you, reminding you of what you had lost.
Empty Eyes
empty eyes stare into nothingness, a void where emotions echo endlessly. silent tears hidden behind an indifferent gaze loneliness lingers, whispering in the dark. spaces that were alive, now cold, empty and bare. eyes that once held light, full of life's bliss, now vacant, longing for what was amiss. yearning for connection, for warmth to share. longing for love to fill these gaping holes, but left with nothing only echoes of emptiness.
Temi Tayo is an emerging poet who draws inspiration from everyday experiences and observations. With a keen eye for detail and an innate ability to capture emotions in words, Tayo’s poetry resonates with readers on a deeply personal level.
