Poetry: Depression relies on a mindset of despairA Poem by zennedpenWithout a purpose for our life, we can just float along in our depression, filled with despair, and regret. John died, as he had no purpose, nor reason for his living.John was having one of his depressive moods. He walked around his house brooding attitudes. John was an intelligent gent, wasting his talent. He was angry. He never knew what love includes. It was not inactivity that made John depressed. He was always busy, but just not sure of its value. Should he be doing this rather than that that, or should he rest from his idle pursuits to plan. We are all alone, and nothing much can come close. John was happy enough to live, but he was not living. "Depression is not something humanly real in myself," he would say. "I am not depressed, only misdirected." John smiled to himself, as he had never done before. At the core of himself, John rested before he swore. None of this makes any sense to my life of just pain. I have hated life all my life, why not the rest the same. Then, John sat down with a thud onto his easy chair. His heart stopped beating, he died, there and there. His wife found him many hours later, dead, so dead. Depression can reach past our minds, and kill our heart. John was only 63, years of age. His life was over, not begun. John had lived not for himself, nor for others, but for God. But, he had waited and waited for God to live for him too. God never appeared in his rear until he died, life left untried. Photo Credit: The photos used in this article were all sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com
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2 Reviews Added on February 23, 2021 Last Updated on February 23, 2021 Tags: poetry, poem, depression, life, life purpose AuthorzennedpenMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutOn line writer, on various writing sites, for the best part of nearly 20 years now. more..Writing
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