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
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