Sleep Is Bliss

A poem about depression.

Sleep Is Bliss

Each day drags me

further and further under

so far that all I yearn

to do is slumber.

 

Gourmet food

turns my stomach,

my favorite group Cake sounds bad,

nothing gives me comfort

At all besides sleep.

 

If I’m not sleeping

Forever I weep.

 

Each time I try to pull myself

Out of this constant wave

Of depression a stronger

Wave knocks me down,

Making it impossible

To be the uptown girl

That I once was.

 

I’m learning to exist

In this deep sleep bliss.

I have no feeling,

My heart is as numb

As my head is.

 

But each day

I keep breathing

And soon another

Day goes by.

 

Maybe soon this

Thick green soup

Will regroup somewhere

Else instead of inside

My bell jar head.