Prose To Depression

 

Disillusioned, by constant knocks to one ego;

My heart Sinks, like a stone in a lake of tears.

Plummeting, to new depths of melancholia.

And time accelerated the catastrophic implosion,

With a blinding flash of despondent desolation,

That strangled optimism at its very roots.

 

What once gave pleasure, now only pain.

That, that once was, now consigned forever to the past.

Despair conquers desire, and blends into the nightmare.

That haunts the wakeful hours with distinct negativity,

Obscuring the mind with self-destructive contempt,

While the guttering light, at the end of the tunnel, fades away.

 

Suddenly the all-pervading silence rushes into the soul,

Drowning the consciousness, with inhospitable solitude.

Until being completely ingested by the darkness.

But, at the point of utter desperation, a faint glimmer,

As new light shines forth, and hope re-emerges from within.

To claw back reality from the jaws of eternal damnation.

 

Slowly, so slowly new life returns in a glorious rebirth,

Bursting forth, like a butterfly, from its protective cocoon.

To lighten one’s spirits, and catch the sunlight in one’s heart.

And to flourish again, riding on the wings of the wind,

So that once again, the music can flow in harmony,

Thus replacing the silence, with the song, of life.

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