Nov 12, 2022
Sludge Pit
A poem by Moony Thinker
Awakening to
A brand new day;
But still the same
As the day before.
Here in my
Sludge pit,
I stew alone
In this bath
Of despair.
I do not reach out;
For I will not
Pull others down
With me.
Because —
For those fortunate few
Who are able to
Crawl their way out
Of their own
Sludge pit,
I dare not wish
To lead them back
Down here.
Alone,
In my own
Sludge pit,
I sink down,
I become covered,
And I die.
At least I didn’t
Bring others
Down with me…
— The Why —
My depressive cycles are regular and frequent. While others are empathic to my cyclical plight, I do not often share the experiences because it will only cause them despair in their own lives; which are lives already filled with enough of their own black sludge.
So, I stew and wait alone; day after day, week after week. Some days, I am able to crawl out for a little while, but I always return. As such, I wish to never bring others down with me as I go.
Be well, my friends.
— MT
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