Depression (January 16, 2014)

Sigh.

 

A dense mental fog

Swirls before my mind

Embracing me

Within its 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 grayness.

 

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

Arrivals.

Therisa © 2014

Author's note: Another poem taken, from my poetic vault, which deals with my constant battle with depression, and its influence over me.