Princess Ugbah – “In Loving Memory Depression”

Poetry

My soul reeked of melancholy

A heart deep in agony

My mind ran like troubled waters

A wild storm with furious lightening

Everyone said it was my imagination

But this was more than said.

My head trod like the tempest

Many sleepless nights of contempt

I spent my days in a battlefield

With everyone throwing their swords at me

My imagination of the future became a blur

Slowly bleeding to depression

My heavy soul surpassed all weight measured!

I had written all my problems in a book.

Hoping you’ll find it by the hook

Maybe you found it

And tossed it

Like a Bible waiting for Sunday

Who knows maybe my death day.

I had tons of suicide notes

Waiting for a chance with death

Dressed in the coat of pain

My tears had become rain

A part of me kept calling for light

Once more I knew I had to fight.

Gasping for air out of this thick space

I searched for my own space

Believing the light at the end of the tunnel

I broke my shell

A long story to tell

I had bid my monsters bye.

Princess Ugbah

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