DROWNING IN DEPRESSION

   DROWNING IN DEPRESSION

In the depths of darkness, my soul does reside, A tempest of sorrow, an unyielding tide. Drowning in depression, my spirit grows weak, Lost in a labyrinth, unable to speak

The weight on my chest, a burden so vast,

It smothers my laughter, it shatters my past.

Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a pain,

As I navigate through this desolate terrain.

The world around me feels hazy and gray,

Colors once vibrant have faded away.

A cloak of despair drapes over my mind,

Leaving no solace, no respite to find.

Days blend into nights, a ceaseless abyss,

A constant reminder of all that I miss.

Hope becomes fleeting, a flicker, a spark,

Soon swallowed by darkness, leaving a mark.

Oh, how I long for a glimmer of light,

To guide me through this interminable night.

But the shadows persist, they tighten their grip,

As I continue to drown, my soul starts to slip.

Yet, in the depths of despair, a voice whispers low,

A reminder that I am not alone in this woe.

For there are others who've weathered this storm,

Who've found strength within, and emerged transformed.

So I'll hold onto fragments of strength I can find,

Seeking support, reaching out to the kind.

In the midst of the struggle, I'll learn to cope,

To find a ray of light, a flicker of hope.

Though drowning in depression feels so profound,

I'll strive to swim upward, to higher ground.

For even in darkness, a flicker can burn,

And with each passing day, I'll seek to return.

To a life filled with joy, with purpose, and grace,

To find my own rhythm, to reclaim my space.

Though the journey is long, I'll keep moving ahead,

For in the depths of despair, my spirit's not dead.