Depression

The world is a canvas, painted in shades of gray, Where colors have faded, and light has gone astray. Each sunrise a burden, a promise of another day, To trudge through the mud, and find no sun's ray. A heart like a stone, heavy and cold, No warmth, no longing, a story untold. The whispers of joy, now distant and low, Drowned by the silence, the weight of the woe. Apathy's cloak, it wraps me tight, Stifling the embers, extinguishing the light. No tears to release, no anger to feel, Just emptiness echoing, a hollow, cold steal. The laughter of others, a distant refrain, A melody lost, in this desolate domain. The world moves on, oblivious to my plight, Lost in the shadows, with no hope in sight. But even in darkness, a flicker remains, A ghost of a wish, that a change it sustains. A whisper of hope, not easily slain, For a sunrise to pierce, the depths of this pain. So I clutch to that ember, deep buried in gray, And search for a canvas where colors can sway. Through valleys of sorrow, I'll venture to seek, The hues of my spirit, still vibrant, not weak. For life is a journey, a beautiful mess, Even gray can transform, if I dare to express. With joyous splashes, I'll reignite the scene, Turning the shadows to shades evergreen.