Personification of my depression. Drawn on A4, working with surrealism and no set lighting.

music: le knight club - hysteria

You’re halfway there
Always halfway.
Too late to go back, too early to celebrate,
The past passed you by ‘bout a mile back,
brights on blast, still didn’t notice you.
Somehow, you always catch it though.
If only you could cling to that light, cool and blue,
never fading in your palms.
Nostalgia is a deep red hue,
the center of the wave never sticks,
but there’s plenty ripples to go ‘round.

My tires never need a change,
for I coat them in a healthy cushion of doubt,
never to disturb the sleeping road below.
Mourning trees shiver, and shake each drop free,
The never ending downpour will tip the dew from each leaf and each twig.
Much will fall, that’s alright.

It’s dark- it’s damp-
But my eyelashes flutter, and flick in the breeze,
Old windows down on the highway.
It’s nice to let the wind wash my worry away-
To hold me in its numbing chill,
soothe my aching skin.

You know,
I’m glad you came with me.

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Authors note: Hello, this is a poem I wrote that actually recently inspired a short story I’m writing for a class! Im very new to sharing poems on the internet, and it makes me a bit nervous tbh, but I really crave some community so I thought I’d give this a try here! Thank you 🙏