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
Copyright © Heidie Buys | Year Posted 2008
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