by Don Tyson
Alone in a sea of people,
Wandering aimlessly through the crowd
Dreading the day ahead.
The masses press closer,
Shoving sanity deeper into darkness,
Tossing aside all vestiges of hope.
Why go on this way?
Where is the way back?
Terror grips the heart as a scream
Erupts from the bowels of darkness.
Visions of demons taunt a trembling figure
Trapped in a forgotten chamber of the mind,
Trying to survive another day in depression.