DEPRESSION:
Morgoth Abrigon
Depression what is it, why does it hold me back like
a vice or chains strong. What can I do to remove it
from my life and go on to bigger and better to follow
my dreams most high on into the sky, but I sit here
chained to earth, like some stone held fast by miles
of earth never to see the sky and sun, but from glimpshes
short, only enough to know I am down deep in my depression,
and not happy with where I am, but with no way known to
relieve me of this burden. What cruel fate to be given
a vision, but as well let it be held in such a grip as mine.
Oh to the sun I wish to climb, up into the sky like a bird on
wing but this feeling of earth keeps me fast I struggle and
strain but I still remain tied to earths cold grasp, depression
is its name, but more than that is all I know is its effects on
me and my path, crooked and often dead of end is this path,
for when my energy is only enough to fight the depression
there is little left for others things than it.
But there is some light at the end of this tunnel deep
and dark, what it is I shall see for this thing is killing
me slowly, inch by inch, miles by mile this depression
is slowly killing what of me there is that wishs to go on
to better things. Pray tell the light finds me before
the darkness totally engulfs me in its cold dark grasp,
rends my soul from my body and casts me to the pile of
its latest victim with out a care of who I was and what
I could have become, just that I am dinner for it and my
life was a good fight but in the end I was his and now my
broken soul lies here on this pile of broken dreams of mine
and others. I crave the light and the promises made of my
abilities, but still held fast in chains most strong and
deadly to this path I do plod along, looking for that exit
that will either save me or end my life and cast myself on
to that pile so high of broken dreams and lost souls.
Mike Adams
2000