Depression

Depression is death within life

The flaming fires of Hell

Without the pitchfork or the horns

It jeopardises stability

and stabilises listlessness

It’s the red and white

The black and grey

And, of course, the blues

Depression eats away at one’s lifeblood

It terrorises humanity

Depression is sitting alone in a crowded room

Or an empty one or…

A rollercoaster ride without the excitement

Or the screams

It is the rose with dying petals

And Depression is me.

Collection: And Then the World Stood Still…

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