The Thoughts Of Depression Poem by Reginald Francois

Here we go again
Another dark patch in a life of pain
Your sun shine is my scorching heat
A soulless body moving to a mundane beat

I try my best to break a smile
But the tools for this job need more than a metal file
But still I let day after day pass
But still I feel like a waste or A bag of trash

The light in my tunnel has gone dim
And my chances of reaching are none to slim
You may ask why so sad
That question will never be for on the outside I seem so glad

I lie to the world but the world lied to me
And made me think one day I will be happy
Made me think I had a chance
I miss my youth; those memories leave me in a trance

And I wake up with a slap from reality
Destroying my fantasy
Leaving me with thoughts of this lesson
The thoughts of depression