.......It's a depression so deep it finds a way into the Soul,
traveling through every pore of your Heart.
...
Hardest of Lifes lessons is loss,
In which having becomes without,
...
Do you think about breathing as a source for Life,
or do you think about Life as a reason to breathe?
...
You have an angel here beside you,
feeling vaguely familiar to you,
...
Look above, it is,
Just a picture, to inscribed into my being, all needs.
...
What do you see as the goals of Your Life?
Do you see riches and fame?
...
Didn't start writing until this year, age 49, when I decided all those words in my head deserved a better place to be. Still actually don't write poetry, in true form, more like I splash words down in written form and pray the flow of what I say becomes a good imitation of a true poem.)
When Depression Owns The Heart.........
.......It's a depression so deep it finds a way into the Soul,
traveling through every pore of your Heart.
A depression so enlarged, it encompasses every bit
of your Reality,
leaving that Reality, a mere cloudy memory.
A depression so dense, it compresses every will
you once had,
bowing you down to accept that will, as it's own.
A depression so devious it takes you piece by piece,
consuming, each piece,
day by day.
A depression so truly disheartening,
it Leaves You,
with no other emotions.
A depression so dangerous,
it slaughters,
Everything.
Inside.
Of You.