Depression 3

Depression is an obsession
With all things dark and dreary.
Depression is a possession
Of ghosts, called weak and weary.
The loneliness is half the battle.
The loss, and no gain in sight
Is what keeps me in this saddle.
On the dark horse, I call 'might'.
Depression is not a feeling.
Its the devil's fatal drug.
Every one walks on the ceiling,
While I walk across a sinking rug.
My yesterdays are but sorrows.
My coming pain waits in tomorrows.

poem by Josh Alfred
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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