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.