Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #35: Write a piece of micropoetry that draws inspiration from the following word: “Equality.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Challenge
Depression. What is it? How does it feel? What's it like? Can you define it anyway that makes sense? No word limit, poetry preferred.
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The Abyss
Hovering just above the grade
I feel myself precariously at the edge
Teetering for a brief time
Before the cliff's berm gives way
Losing my footing on life
Backpedaling feverishly
Slipping into the abyss
The darkness swallows me whole
For a time I have no desire
To even look for the light
Almost at home here
In this pitch black of emotion
Not knowing if I'll ever surface
If I'll ever join reality again
Relentlessly overthinking
My actions and those of others
Pushing through the black veil
I've hidden behind for days
I crawl from the depths
To wallow through those that lie ahead
Hoping to find a place of peace
Wondering if I'll get there
Or if the claws of menacing bleakness
Will pull me back into nothingness
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