Trigger warning: This is a poem about depression and having suicidal thoughts. Please be advised.
It’s the perfect time to build a wall
Then share my frustrations and all
For at least it will be no surprise
That it will ignore all my cries
It’s the perfect time to build a wall
And wait for the Reaper to call
Pitch black is where I will get comfort
There’ll be no more wasted effort
It’s the perfect time to build a wall
And wait for my body to fall
Deprive me of this never-ending sigh
The world will be better when I die
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The Wall (Poetry Series): I, II, III
Header image: Engin Akyurt of Pixabay. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2022.
Originally published on March 13, 2019. Edited on September 21, 2024 and January 18, 2026.
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