Sunday, March 16, 2014

Depression

Depression

A crowded room
With an empty 
soul
Pleading heart
Gripped in fear
And doubt 
In the midst of 
Summer 
Quietly
Shaken and cold
Reaching out
Please grab
My hand 
Crawling 
Desperate 
To weak to
Stand
Lost in
Depression
With no
Help in sight
Bewildered 
And
Isolated 
In a tunnel
With a flicker 
Of light
Trying to hold
To that 
Glimmer of hope
My meds stop working
Struggling to cope
I want to be heal
I know I have 
Choices
If only
Could get by
The other loud
Voices
Frantic
And
Condemned
Is what
They have
Said
Sometimes
I only
Thought
Is I'm better 
Off
....

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
(c) 2014



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