The Beast: A Poem About My Depression & Anxiety

The Beast

By: Taylor Wells

It snuck up on her like a thief in the night

It wrapped its large claws around her neck

While caressing her with its hand

As she cringed and wanted to be free

She struggled and cried,

Within this struggle, the beast’s grip grew firmer and firmer

At last when there was no hope left

The beast’s caressing hand sooths her

She becomes comfortable with the beast

And wants more of its soft touch

As the beast is welcomed by the girl

It consumes her as she slowly fades away

Beast and girl become one as the beast

finally sinks Its claws into her neck

Accompanied by one last gentle caress

Note from the author:

This poem is about my struggles with depression and anxiety. I originally wrote this for a class in college a while back and I loved it, so I wanted to share it with you guys!

My depression and anxiety is fairly well managed now, but in the past and every once in a while now, I feel overwhelmed by “the beast” of my mood disorders.

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