Depression
Depression came to hurt me
Riding in a hearse
With putrid, rank, heavy breath
And the promise of a curse,
Stealing my faith and energy
Injecting all things perverse
Planting fears like wheat inside me
To coerce a harvest so averse.
Happiness went AWOL
And lethargy held me down.
Like a sinking ship tossed in a squall
I was bound to drown.
There is no way home
When your spirit is torn away,
Just plans to parle with Mr. Doom
Like a wretchedly desperate castaway.
Somewhere I got permission for remission from my plight.
Somehow I found the will to stay in the fight.
Perhaps it was my wife or a celestial light
But I shutter to think, I may be cast, back into that dark night.
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