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.
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