[Originally posted 9-3-2014. – Owen]
Blankness presses down on me
And all seems but futility
The light that lately shone is gone
And much there is to dwell upon
Of friendships lost and jobs half-done
Of contests I have never won
The sound of lambs beside the sea
I always hear nocturnally
And dull blue chaos fills my ears
With no blanket to drape my fears
A prison cell in lieu of bed
Depression’s madness
In
My
Head
Wow
Depression. Your description is true. Can lead us to desperate and bad places. A powerful poem.
Agreed
So true