Depression, poetry by Kara Jackman at



written by: Kara Jackman



There’s a hole in my chest,
Connected to a tube,
Attached to a pump that sucks the life out of me.

De ventilating me. My breath hisses out,
The oxygen barely supporting my body.
With each rise and fall
My chest pain,
Shoots through each breast.
It’s nothing but sadness,
Seeping into my life.
Depression with its hands around me,

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