Depression

Thoughts, black and gloomy Tumble, jostling, each wanting To shout their miserable words Of depression and gloom. Weaving the darkness, closer. Depression, it never leaves, Not completely, once it has got Its claws into you, no. Never. It’s always there, waiting, silent. Hovering like an unwelcome fly That you can never swat. Just waiting for the moment When doubt creeps in, sly, Unwelcome, like dusk it creeps Approaching, crawling, grasping. Pulling in on tiny grappling hooks It has thrown into your mind Full of negativity, full of morose Thoughts and seeds to bring you down. Weaving the darkness, closer. Through the blackening clouds I can see no colours, little light, It all weighs heavy on my shoulders Like a great hooded cloak of lead Pushing me down, holding me back. I feel the invisible grey clouds Stifling and oppressive, Surrounding me, swirling as if To trip me up, make me fall Deeper into the black hole That I seem to see before me. I try to look up, to glimpse the sun But the weight pushes against my head I can’t look up, I try again, again I fail. The sun seems to be pulling, Pulling it’s comforting light back, Creeping further and further away, Leaving me, deserting me. Gloom, gloomy, gloomier.... Then there’s the loneliness. I feel so alone. So isolated. A phrase creeps into my mind. In space, no one can hear you Scream.... That’s how alone I feel.