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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