Depression
Depressions creeping in like a fog looming over the Atlantic
Dense grey matter choking so thick there is no air
It’s in the distance but the fog horn blows, a warning
Rolling in like a freight train with no way of stopping it
There will be no way to see through it only to wave
Your hands frantically in front of you for some direction
Depression's creeping in like a fog over the Atlantic
It’s a like a car crash waiting to happen, all you can do
Is wait, buckle up hold on and deal with the aftermath.
Deborah Kelly (Debbie Philly) 7/14/14