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S.A.D.

In the dead of winter
When it's very dark and cold
A feeling like I'm locked away
Is ever present in my soul
A tremendous building pressure
Begins to nag and bite its way
Not knowing what I'm feeling 
That is constant from day by day
The tension is increasing
A sick feeling deep inside 
I wonder if I can get up
When I really want to die
All day long I fight the urge
To say what the hell and just give up
Sane, insane are intertwined
The last thing I want is someone to love
Do I entertain thoughts of suicide  
They are bouncing around in my thoughts
But I trust it will get better
In fact it's all I've got
Seasonal Affective Disorder
A disease with darts for a cure
No wonder I spend days out in the summer 
Knowing in months what I'll have to endure 
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Poetry.com 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Adrienne Poor More than 1 year ago
Pretty interesting condition, isn't it?
Stella Vkn More than 1 year ago
good
Megan - More than 1 year ago
This is a clever poem. Very well thought out.
Alex Petrovich More than 1 year ago
I like your writing. Keep the ink flowing, even when your mind cannot.
Catherine Berg More than 1 year ago
I can visualize summer to winter. Nice.
Sommerlynn Ullrich 19 days ago
Interesting
Ron Carter More than 1 year ago
All I can say about this poem is that we all have felt this way at one time or another. This is a poem that you will either hate or love. Read this poem and then jude for yourself.
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