Depression V.2.0

Darkness

A taint

Upon the soul

Consuming all

Without mercy.

Like a drug

It enters

By injection

One dose

At a time.

Never sure

Like Russian Roulette

If your time

Is up.

As the plunger

Goes down

Emptying the ampule

Into you.

Only knowing

One day

It will be

Your turn.

Author's Note

Written December 7, 2014.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Wow. This one is power packed, stark and chilling. Well done.

[therisa]

Thank you, Tammy, for your kind words. Not sure, why this poem is, so dark, maybe, it's the hour that I wrote it, 11:15-45pm on a Sunday night. Or the fact, I am battling depression, once more. Else, it was a moment of weakness, for me. Could be, all of the above reasons.