Depression You Have Become My Obsession
Depression you have Become My Obsession©
Depression you have become my obsession of every waking moment
and oft while I sleep which is never too deep
You threw my marriage under thy carriage
and the carnage dost continue to this day I dare say.
Cloudy days bring you hither to my door and with them
mayhem that underscore how I dread thee all the more
You have taken me to thy brink such that I can no longer think
clear thoughts to lead the way to that better day
Taking pills is no thrill and makes my head fill with shrill
to avoid those awful thoughts that may end up to mine own kill
At my own hands no less, what a royal mess
is there anyone can who can bless me of this abscess
So I cower in the dark and harkens back to the good ole days
when then things were cheery with my deary
Those times when a hug and a squeeze be the cure
and sweet Louise that was for sure
Now, I must be patient or my physicians will makest me a patient be
and sit idly by as they apply their best effort...
To make me whole again
Andreas Simic©
Copyright © Andreas Simic | Year Posted 2017
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