Depression
Depression knows how it feels when you cannot sleep as you once did
It knows how it feels when interests are gone....solutions are hid
Simple tasks become heavy burdens and from social gatherings you stay away
Imprisoned by helplessness and sorrow that deepens every day
Your silent heart screams "help" but fails to reach any ear
Your eyes suffer from gazing into nothingness...unable to shed a tear
Like an evil spell has saturated your being and your strength some how is bound
Your bruised soul has lost its glow from the truths you have found
You died from the shock of unspeakable reality
And your virgin mind, so loving but blind could not cope with the insanity
Reflections by Joan Donnelly
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