The following is not a happy poem, but I had been reviewing the "Anger.." series and it came to me as relevant to the series, as one in three Canadians suffer from this affliction which, in far too many cases, becomes a permanent and life changing condition.
Depression
Wave after dark wave descends,
crashes down upon me
with the suffocating weight
of myriad sorrows,
far, far too much to bear.
Thoughts swarm like bees
to cover me with the pervasive buzz
of worries, of pains,
of soul-wrenching sadness:
I cannot breathe.
I struggle, frantically seeking light,
the comfort of past glories,
the glow of happy memories;
but the solid black blanket
stifles even faintest spark.
I am exhausted, and withdraw
further into my besieged core,
where there remains nothing
of the person I once was:
I am gone.
