Depression

I have been there,

Deep in the pit; tongue of darkness 

From a rock 

He arched a mansion 

I recognize the beast 

He smiles the most 

When bleeding 

I can describe him 

He’s grown bushy 

From inside 

I can sketch him on paper 

He has a eyes 

Of hazel tinge in crimson 

I can tell you of him 

He speaks less

Amidst human 

So loud when alone 

In his castle 

I know him well 

He carries over load 

Luggage of the past

About Azeezah Ismail

Azeezah Ismail is an avid reader who takes passion in writing.she takes pleasure in writing poetry, article and fictional stories. Growing up in a society where injustice is on daily basis served, she knew she wanted to tell untold tales of the oppressed. she started writing at the age of 14 ,about feelings people never had the courage to speak about .she hopes some day it will be part of change, because she believes through the sword of her ink the world could be a better place. Her work has been published by "Gen writers club" and other platforms online.