Falling Backward Poem by Clyde King

You know the feeling.
That black dog has caught you
He has creeped up on you
And knocks you down
Into the void of nothing...

You're falling backward again
And you can't break it.
Depression is a black hole
That makes you believe
You'll never climb out of it.

Days, weeks, months,
Even years pass by of
Nothing but the wish
That this pain would end.

The only thing that makes
You want to live is that still,
Quiet voice that whispers
In your soul "live."

You find it hard to believe.
Nobody cares about you
Or wants to because they're
Afraid if they look inside you
They will see themselves.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Mean nothing to you.
Macbeth got it.
When he was facing certain death
And desiring it to come
More quickly, he said
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow,
And tomorrow, creeps in
This petty pace from day to day...
Life is a tale told by an idiot,
Full of sound and fury,
Signifying NOTHING."

I know what he means...

One day you start to wake up
From this living, breathing nightmare.
You start to care again.
You want to live again.
You have hit the bottom
Of the depression hole.
You're going to be ok.

Life, now and forever.
Depression is hell.
I have learned to
Walk carefully on
This earth and value
The purpose of being alive-
Praise God. Thank God.
Love your neighbor as yourself.
-Psalm 15