The Black Cloud Called Depression
The thick cloud of despair hangs over me,
Thoughts are black of my future dim,
But why do I think so? ~ Why, oh why,
When I have Trust and Faith in HIM?
Depression is an Attitude of Mind,
It lingers from time to time,
I crave for Action and things to do,
This time, and every time.
I need a shove, a push to start,
To work, write letters more,
For as soon as I do start to work,
The Cloud of Depression will out the door.
Depression is an ugly word,
It hangs like a suffocating cloud,
I wish I had a magic word,
Which I could shout at it ~ ALOUD.
But I need to conquer it myself,
To dispel its evil ways,
To clear my thoughts from out my head,
Before retiring again, to my bed.
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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