Depression comes and
eats at my soul,
In its place it
leaves a hole.
It’s filled with
dread and loss of hope.
Each day drags on, I
merely cope.
I struggle for
purpose and what to do first.
I with indecision I
seem to be cursed.
I lay in bed both
day and at night,
I feel I’ve no
energy to get up and fight.
Sleep seems to be
the only relief,
For the internal,
invisible, personal grief.
I wait and I hope
for a way to break free,
Light in the tunnel
to finally see.
But till then I’ll
just keep up the fight
Until there’s an
end to the unending night.
Written 3/27/18
***FYI. I'm OK. Just deal with depression like lots of other people. This rattled around till it had to come out.***
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