Ceiling

A Poem by N.Sevilla

About being too depressed to get out of bed

Morning light casts shadows upon the ceiling grains
Further pronouncing the stucco's terrains
Their sharpness threatens stalactite fragility
Til Noon’s glow reveals their durability
The relentless white, heavy overhead
It’s weight, I blame, ties me to my bed

© 2021 N.Sevilla

Author's Note

This poem is what I feel on the days when the weight of depression can sometimes hold me down as I struggle to get out of bed.

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Added on May 17, 2021
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N.Sevilla

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I've had this account for several years and I am finally coming back to my writing roots. It's been a joy to write again and look back on my poetry from 10 years ago and see the changes in my life. .. more..