Depression 1 Poem by chris lang

Its not to ones delight to dwell of the clouds and thoughts of dark
The night, or the day, or the time
Another day passes and you see the ignorance of others
Everything and anything someone does seems so wrong and naïve.
The pain of seeing children, adolescents, parents laughing
Brings frowns upon ones face
Hallucinations then occur and the brain loses control
The mind races at a million miles an hour
Unstoppable it is, Depressing it is, Destructive it is
To see a weapon wielded by a madman without a mind
Or the mind just left the man for the longest of times.
Finally one reaches for help,
The years have fatigued him though and destruction occurs
It’s unbearable to see the visions
How the mind loses and confuses itself with reality
But he loses reality for that is depression
Unstoppable it is, Depressing it is, Destructive it is