In English, near the beginning of our poetry unit, we had to write what is called Sense Peoms. Here's my results.
Depression
Depression in a pitch black
it sounds like people laughing in your face
It tastes like molded bread
And smells like a rotten egg
Depression looks like a huge empty room
It makes me feel like no one is on my side
Fear
Fear is a bright yellow
It sounds like a howling wolf
It tastes like unprepared food
And smells like a wet dog under your nose
Fear looks like a rabied wolf staring in your eyes
It makes me paranoid