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| A day with Depression | |
| By awakenedmind | ||||
| 15 May 2008 | ||||
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I truly hope no one understands this work awakenedmind aka Michael
A soul lost in a sea of people all around me,
All alone now as no one can see. I look for solace but instead I find, A wall of silence, as it beckons me. Here I sit on a bench, just me, Everyone, they’re just passing me. I look and smile to those who pass, They look away as they scurry fast. As I sit I wonder what to do, Then cry and realise there is nothing I can do. I cry some more and wonder why People go by without wondering why. As I get up I look around, A ray of sun to brighten my mind. Nothing there for me to see, the clouds are dark and cannot see I turn and go forever more with that dark cloud over me. There is no hope from this depression Just day by day a total regression As I get older the anguish gets worse As people around then just curse I want to hug I want a cry But most of all I want die The only thing I can be sure Die I will but not that soon So on and on as I walk this earth A lonely path and solitary berth Although my wife and kids are there I don’t feel as I can share I have a load of things here to do But I just cry and wonder too All there listed and in order Except my mind, total disorder. To lie down and go sleep is what I crave But not wake up to see the day But that I will and soldier on For that I’m told makes a man As I write and cry some more I want to go right through that door To walk away and never turn To follow this path on horrid ground As I close I wonder more How to close that horrid door Pills and potions I am given To release my mind from its collision On and on I go and see That lots folk are following me They do not talk and do not see But they follow as blind as me
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