My Depression
Some days I see the rain clouds coming in
Then pull my head beneath this turtle shell
The world outside takes on a fetid smell
And all the vivid colors bleed and blend
Each sound that's heard enters right through my skin
The madness feels just like an ocean swell
I'm sinking like a rock and I can tell
Then suddenly I am my lonely twin
There is no room for love inside my heart
Pure wretchedness becomes my only friend
I feel the loss of all my normal senses
Withdrawing to my hideout in the dark
The strain of never knowing when it ends
Confuses me with past and present tenses
an original poem by Daniel Turner "poemdog"
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