My Depression Poem by Vera Sidhwa

My Depression


The palm trees stopped swaying,
And the surf stopped whispering.
The rain stopped pouring down.
The train swept by without a sound.

The flowers stopped leaning.
The sun stopped gleaming.
The computer stopped turning on.
The smile fell down to a frown.

My heart's fluttering beat,
Couldn't find a place to meet.
My soul could not shout,
What it's message was all about.

The flow of the river,
Slowed down in it's river bed.
My head was filled with sorrow.
My depression would not lift.