Depression

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Black and thick is this lonely place
There's no glimmering of stars.
Heavy and weighted the blackness is
And it smothers the spark of the soul.
And there is no thought of comfort,
No peace, no laughter, no hope,
In this place of fear and pain and tears.

There waits no greeting smile,
No hand to touch or hold, no warmth,
There is no gentle word of welcome,
No phrase of love in the darkness cold
There is no time to move forward,
No time to move back for frozen it is;
Only darkness and the dampness of tears.

There is no urge to struggle or fight,
There is no curiosity, only resignation;
Eyes no longer strain to pierce the dark,
For the light of reality is harsh.
And acceptance comes upon the tender heart,
Nothing ever changes, nothing but
A darker black and a whimper of defeat.