Depression

How I am feeling at this moment of time.

Sigh.

A dense mental fog

Swirls before my mind

Embracing me

Within it's pea soup consistency.

Dulling everything

Around me.

Draining life's

Rich palette of colours

That were once

Bright and vibrant.

Turning my world

Into a monotone orb

Of grey.

Wanting to scream out

In angry protest

But nothing emergences

From my lips.

Except

A feeble cough

Or two.

Sinking

Ever further

Into the darker depth

Of myself.

Where sleep becomes

A weapon to use

Against me

By you.

As you play

With my emotions

Like a skilled concert pianist does

With a Mozart concerto

Before an enraptured audience.

Knowing

The crescendo is

Still to come

Before your departure date

Arrives.

Author's Note

Throughout most of my life, I have suffered from chronic depression, which has left me, crippled, unable to cope with life, at times. During my blackest depressions, I become suicidal,which last happened during the holiday season of 2010-2011. Unlike that time, this depression is, the long lingering type, which drains you, of all energy.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Gray pea soup, that about covers it. Love the Mozart stanza...only good thing about depression is the poetry written about it, thanks for sharing this one therisa.

[therisa]

Your welcome, Frieda, and thank you, for your complimentary words. And yes, depression does suck, but so many great pieces of art have resulted from it.

[Frieda P]

The pleasure was mine therisa.