Depression (chapter 3)

Depression (chapter 3)

Sometimes sadness

Washes over me

Like a sneaker

With no true legitimacy

My soul is engulfed

In a blackness

That blots out

Any hope, love or reason

That I can see

In my day to day

I take the time

To make the effort

To be productive and prudent and fair

When I’m alone I set aside

That responsibility

Once the sun goes down

I just don’t care

There’s a balance

Striving to exist

In the universe

That matches every high

With a low

My life has been blessed

Maybe more so than the rest

But at the end

What have I got to show

Has my time here

Made a difference

I’d have to say no

Bcm

01 Feb 2020