Depression

I have fallen into a very deep well Where darkness and despair do dwell. There's slime and mildew on the wall How I got here...I don't recall. Somewhere I hear water trickle The sky above, no bigger than a nickle. For when you're in a well so deep All you do is sit and weep. You wear the darkness like a cloak Touch the pieces of a life that broke. You and the darkness become as one There are no reasons left to run. Up there people are having fun Loving and laughing in the sun. They do not hear my inner plea Do not see the cold in me. As the walls pull closer still Somber memories my heart do fill. For in this well I cannot win You see the darkness...is within. So I curl up very tight Await the passing of this night. Maybe in the early dawn I again will be reborn. This poem inspired by a book that I read. Clinical depression is a devastating and often misunderstood disease. HB