Creeping Depression Poem by Andy Sayasone

Morning sunlight hits my face,
A new day to embrace.
Love and hope,
An entry to life's rope.
The day presents.
Gold rays shimmering down,
Thinking today's impossible,
even for a slight frown.

Don't look back,
Never turn back.
Following until you look,
A shadow of a past,
An untold book.
Creeping forever as the days lit,
Surrounding you waiting,
submit.

Moonlight hits,
as the fear holds you,
Struggling with scenarios,
What will I do?
Swallowed silent dreams,
Voices of a thousand unheard nights screams.

Dreaming of better times,
Unable to understand myself,
Written in dejected poetic rhymes.
Midnight thoughts,
of a lust once fought.

Numb inside out,
Smoking the pain away,
What was I thinking about?
Hollow with plains of you,
Reaching out to a hand of imagination,
A grip I cannot hold onto.

Shaking stuttering face down,
Head in my hands,
A comforting sound.
Devils grip 'come over to the better side',
Contemplating if death is to be my future bride.

Is it depression?
Or feelings of suppression?
Unable to live my life,
oppression.