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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Deep Blue Depression
[time] => 2004-03-26 08:21:35
[hometext] => This is a poem about the depression people suffering from poverty have to go through. It is a free-verse poem and I have concentrated on imagery and used a fair bit of similes through out the poem.
[bodytext] => Curled up like a withered leaf His life is dry and drained from the harsh sun Soaked with pain from his violent life. Still as a stone, he laid at the bottom of society At the bottom of the deep blue depression The incoming tide splashes him Upon the heartless and pitiless rocks Then withdraws him back to where he came from Back into the deep blue depression Underwater, fish swim happily pass him Living on with their lives He swims with them as if he were one Ignoring those who were frightened by him He then swims to the surface To catch a breath of relief For he wasn’t born to live In the deep blue depression Winter falls like a bullet-struck bear Hard and heavy, cold and lifeless The deep blue depression freezes And he is still Frozen and stuck In it’s breath-taking chill Spring swifts across the land like a strong sea breeze Birds fly high Fish swim fast Rushing off somewhere And complaining about the scarcity of food But he watches them with envy Through soaring salty eyes Wishing he could have what they don’t want Summer crashes in like a fallen tree on fire On sweltering nights, he floats above the surface Above the deep blue depression Staring at the stars pinned in the ebony cloth Thinking of the impossible Thinking of his dreams They’re so lost and distant like the stars But they seem so bright That he can’t help but look Autumn crawls in like a hungry dog The cold wind whimpers As he begins to cry Nothing to live for Nothing to die for In the bottom of the deep blue depression He’s curled up like a withered leaf His life is dry and drained from the harsh sun Soaked with pain from his life In the deep blue depression [comments] => 3 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Stewie_Griffin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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