Depression By Fire

Depression, why do you vex me? Just leave me alone-with my feelings. Wallowing in loneliness, too big a fee Meerly existing in my many mournings. Springtime should be new beginnings Not total lost, with fire and loss of kin. I am not alone, others share in endings. Hope is stirring, rising like a shark’s fin. What trees are left, appear tall and green. New homes, people, coming back where they belong. Hope is forming, have meaning, some unseen. Many are happier, yet sing a sad song. But for one, loved neighbor, love still strong Under sad mournings, his life too is gone.