Oh deep, dark depression,

my uninvited guest,

the persistence of oppression

is precluding my life’s zest.

 

The dark before sunrise

of a dawn that just won't break,

suppressed by a thirst for my soul

that only sorrow can now slake.

 

The wisps that you are weaving

are clouding my damp eyes,

a cold and cloying shroud

that’s covering all that I desire.

 

A void, with sides so steeply etched

and burning with cold dread,

I’m trembling now with fragile fear

and wondering if I dare tread.

 

Your shadow wraps me in its arms

to hold me once again,

a old familiar friend

that’s feeding fast upon my pain.

 

A symbiotic succor

and reluctant shield of sighs

from the turmoil of a life

that turned to tears before my eyes.

 

And the sleep within my veins

now washes over silent souls,

a mind numbing response

to a desperate, lonely call.

 

I’m crying out from within the prison

of this decaying fragile frame

and I hide my face behind a smile

from relentless passionate pain.

 

Oh deep, dark depression,

my uninvited guest,

the darkness you are dealing

leaves my soul with little rest.

 

Now your fog has engulfed me

to the edges of my world,

I hope and pray that one day soon,

my wings will be unfurled.

 

 

Written by Darren Scanlon, 2nd June 2014.

Revised 20th August 2015.

©2014 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.