Depression

If you ever wanted to know what depression is like, here it is from my perspective.

Constant fear,

downward thoughts,

haunt my mind,

with devilish haunts.

 

These thoughts run through my brain,

like a runaway train,

they haunt my very soul,

no matter where I turn I have no place to go.

 

No thoughts of hope,

only of fears,

for what awaits me,

behind the tears.

 

Ever sad,

always lonely,

these thoughts of mine,

are never holy.

 

No one to call,

No gives help,

For I am truly,

Without hope.

 

What am I to do,

I have no place to turn,

Because I always hide,

And have nowhere to go.

 

But deep down,

Within my soul,

Something speaks to me.

Trying to make me whole.

 

It is a tiny voice,

hardly heard,

telling me.

that this is absurd.

 

It is also a familiar  voice,

long ago it was heard,

taking me back,

to a time less concerned.

 

Trust it I must,

for my very fate,

is thus,

soon to end unless.

 

Telling to pick myself up,

to dust myself off,

for my fate awaits,

further down the road.

 

The volume increase,

it is harder to ignore,

for there is the pounding,

like on a wooden door.

 

It is the voice of life,

coming from my soul,

telling it not yet time,

for me to go.

 

To answer the call,

is what I must do,

for my fate is at hand,

telling me what to do.

 

It harkens me,

and lifts my soul,

to a better place,

and a brighter world.

Author's Note

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