The Gargoyle With No Eyes

@Tinywhisper11 @Jesusredeemedme2425

The Gargoyle With No Eyes

I sink down to my room,

As soon as my soul is thicker than air.

It’s very, very dark in here,

Watched over by the gargoyle with no eyes.

Surrounded by void,

Wondering what’s outside the door.

All of this possibility,

And not one speck of this blackness showed me any love.

No love,

I look longingly at the door,

But that part of me is closed off…

The eyeholes full of possibility,

They see nothing.

They wouldn’t need to see anything but me here.

And it doesn’t matter, since it knows me so well.

Never gonna be able to build a home out of this,

I’ll never build any place with a shred of innocence.

I’ll never build anything but a place for this door to go,

But that part of me is closed off…

I guess I can’t manifest,

I just need to keep sinking.

Secret cupboards in the floor,

At least my gargoyle knows where I am.

(This is a poem I made about depression. It was about a time when I had to move into the house I inherited from my dad. He left the entire house full of junk and boxes, and the one place I could really get to was a bedroom that was mostly empty except for a gargoyle that was sitting on the shelf. I wish I still had that gargoyle, but this poem kinda explains the mindset that made me get rid of it.)