Ray Andrews


Depression - Poem by Ray Andrews

The muck is tugging at my feet
Back to this low-another defeat
I see the blackness before my eyes
Terror and worry-I feign it with lies

Trapped in a cage like a jailed thief
Pounding on bars-there is no relief
I try all the pathways to heaven's door
I stand there empty on a concrete floor

Vision fails me, I cannot see
I cannot hear, I cannot smell, there's only me
And the darkened shroud that holds me close
In the jaded crypt that's called morose

How can I get to the place in the light?
How did I fall to this shivering plight?
Why the mirror image of the previous day?
I have to learn to not lose my way

The only escape is to sit and stand
And await calm winds from a healing land
The stasis of helplessness ruling the day
Erased by time-please come my way


Comments about Depression by Ray Andrews

  • (4/28/2006 2:30:00 PM)


    This is an honest account of this tragic illness that seems to take hold of so many,
    however it still has the power to shed a tiny silver line of hope for it was mentioned that you could still look for that better day,
    Brilliantly done, Love Duncan
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  • (4/28/2006 1:19:00 PM)


    Very good images of the heaviness of depression and how to cope when it rears its ugly old head. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 28, 2006



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