Round Trip

Depression creeps in
like a thief in the night,
not looking for gold,
only your sanity.
It’s vice clamps your mind
It’s hands turn the screw, I
scream at the pain, the pressure,
my mind explodes into fragments
and collects in the abyss of
uncertainty. Where, when
I no longer know. I grasp
to stop the fall, I pray to Him to
save me. Anybody, anything!
Suddenly, an angel in white.
Things will be alright.
He holds the magic wand,
One prick of the needle
And I’m saved.