Depression Wafts In

A poem describing the effects of depression.

Depression wafts in as if it's a

gentle scent on the breeze.

But when breathed in it offers up

a pungent, offensive smell,

assaulting the freedom of my mind

that I just enjoyed two minutes prior.

It is not a chemical that my brain is low on,

but a realization that I am not living my life

to my own specifications.

I am stuck and held to societal rules

like a fly attached to the velcro

of a spider's inescapable web.

Reviews

[Bryad Polis Valentino]

I can relate to that. I feel you. If you ever need a listening ear, or a friend, I am your man. May you find peace.

[LeslieNoel]

Thank you, very much! That's very kind of you.

[Bryad Polis Valentino]

Of course. May you have a great day. I'll add you when I get home :)