Depressed

When melancholy settles in my mind

My thoughts oft drift into the dark

Lethargy and loneliness cloud all around

And I lose hold of Creator’s Spark

Things lose form within my hand

And nothing is quite what it seems

I hasten to sleep, to find some relief

Within the deaths felt in my dreams

The issue then is how to escape

Retreat from clouds that obscure my view

Toss aside the weights of past burdens I bear

Find a way to find something new

By burying them, by breaking them, by painting over them again

I move on in a moment’s reprieve

But still the remains seem to pile on

Because what remains can’t deceive