Sonnet - Depression's Prison Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

Wrongly convicted by my own mind
Without so much as a single crime
I was locked away behind iron bars
That were my soul's deepest scars

Glaring at the keys that are my freedom
Freedom from despair's cruel kingdom
A black crow caws by the prison window
Mocking my deep, ill-fated sorrow

Drenched rats scuttle by bereft of care
I look right through them with an empty stare
Yet somehow I envy their life of simplicity
As I ponder my own hearts complexity

I yearn to know freedom from this hell
If I can find the key that keeps me in this cell