Depressed

The atmosphere is gray
And slowly turns into dark.
On the horizon fades the ray
And I can hear the hellhounds bark.
Fear circles my heart frail.
And I desperately search an out-going trail.
But unsuccess grows the fear
And myself into pieces I want to tear.

Till today have I been lucky,
Have always come out of this trap deathly.
But luck can run out.
On the longevity of my life I have a doubt.

-Lokesh

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good description of depression. Hard to find reason to keep going and have reason for luck and chance.
"But unsuccess grows the fear
And myself into pieces I want to tear."
Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

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