Dreamy Eyed Depression

Depression sets in firm its grasp upon you.

Holding ever tightly to what once was life anew.

Confusion controlling every action.

A moment of joy fading to the back of your mind.

 

This train is on a collision corse with oblivion, no real hope of switching track, because even though the switch has been thrown, no track has been lain to bare the wait of the world this locomotive brings.

 

Yet before insanity inherits your conciance, a glimmer of light can be seen.

 

In this quagmyer of your life, nothing makes since, nothing brings that desperatly saught happiness.

 

You take the pills but they dont last and as they fade so does that glimmer of light, of hope, of a chance of stepping out of the quagmyer and pushing down the panick and grief.

 

As the stream of tears begins to flow, your wracked by wicked guilt, yet youve no reason to shed a single tear.

Yet again guilt controls your every action, your every thought and dead layden with hopelessness.

 

I woke up this mornind in a panick stricken swet, quickly realising, it wasnt you, its me, but though I may not suffer from depression in my wakeing hours, it sure as hell runs rampant in my dreams.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Sounds like a day in a life where illicit substances were involved. Solid piece of work here.

[Ripple of Aqua]

A lost soul, a derailed train never to stop, it seems like that light is for when only you last on your own words, and when that person relies on more of the pills than their own self worth it only drags you further into the tar.

[Ruth]

Wow! This is some journey! lol I have to say, this is impressive prose love! What daylight chases away, the nighttime can bring forward...thought provoking piece! xx