Depression(4)

Running through the darkness|Covered in mud|Running water I hear but can never reach|Dirtied and feared|A new moon and no stars welcome me|Only if I make it|Make it to the end|Scartches and scars mark the skin that was so soft and perfect|The branches marking me|The trees feel a nothing while I feel everything|The sun burns on my bare back|How long must I run with this burden|How far to the end|Flowers and berries line my path|Must never stop|Not even for the sweet suculent nectar|I see now|The water to my home|I run faster and faster but get no further|It is as if Apollo holds me in place|I shall not weep|Water of the eyes is weakness and sets it all to the beginning|I am released|And I make it|I am no child any longer|I am a warrior and wear these scars with pride|I see the world judge|I feel it’s thoughts grab hold and strangle|I say nothing and fight|I know I will never lose|I am never going to run that path again|Because next time that path will surely kill me|.