Depression has gotten the best of me,
It has broken my will to write,
No words ever spring to mind,
My passion has gone out of sight.
I seem to have disappeared from here,
All my posts have withered away,
I no longer post as much as I did,
For there is nothing left to say.
Life just took an unfortunate turn,
And has spiralled from my control,
With that the embers have died out,
Because the fire is lacking of coal.
I am pushing myself as best I can,
In an attempt to relight the flame,
All that remains are dampened ashes,
For which I am only to blame.
Maybe this poem is the spark I need,
To bring forth the fire and cure,
Perhaps soon I'll be free from the rain,
But until then I remain unsure.
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