Question

Create a 10-line rhyme poem about depression all lines must rhyme

Answer 1

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.

After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,

we ourselves flash and yearn,

and moreover my mother told me as a boy

(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored

means you have no

Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no

inner resources, because I am heavy bored.

Peoples bore me,

literature bores me, especially great literature,

Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes

as bad as achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.

And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag

and somehow a dog

has taken itself & its tail considerably away

into mountains or sea or sky, leaving

behind: me, wag.

Answer 2

Depression is a weight that's hard to bear,

A never-ending burden that's always there.

It clouds my thoughts and dims the light,

Makes everything seem bleak and not quite right.

It creeps inside and takes a hold,

A thief that steals my joy and leaves me cold.

It drags me down and won't let go,

Filling my heart with sadness and woe.

But though it's tough and hard to fight,

I know I'll get through this endless night.

I'll keep on going, day by day,

And find the strength to chase the clouds away.