Head hung down
Don’t look around
Like a ship aground
DEPRESSION
No joy lives here
Surrounded by fear
Cruel laughter I hear
DEPRESSION
Let me run away
I’m so afraid today
You know I can’t stay
DEPRESSION
You can’t understand
I’m supposed to be "the MAN"
Nobody seems to give a damn
DEPRESSION
Oh to laugh one more time
To know joy would be sublime
It all seems so distant in time
DEPRESSION
It’ll be OK
I’ll just go my way
"Maybe someday" you say
DEPRESSION
The world needs to listen
Sorrowful tears don’t glisten
Hearts hurt from this mission
DEPRESSION
*** Copyright 3/02 Tim R Rouse ***
Maybe I should clarify, this was written for every friend, family member and loved one who's ever suffered from depression.
Tim, I know exactly how you
feel hon. I go thru it every
day! It's a hard battle to
face..Read my poem on depression.
Hope you get better soon! Hope
we both do!
I think nearly everyone could find something in this to relate to...I know I did. Unfortunately most of us (me, anyway), don't have the gift of writing as an outlet. You obviously have the "gift"...
Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2002
Aaah, going through this now dear. Thanks...but it's not a good place to be in. Cheer up :)
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
feel hon. I go thru it every
day! It's a hard battle to
face..Read my poem on depression.
Hope you get better soon! Hope
we both do!
~~michael~~