Depression

Depression knows how it feels when you cannot sleep as you once did It knows how it feels when interests are gone....solutions are hid Simple tasks become heavy burdens and from social gatherings you stay away Imprisoned by helplessness and sorrow that deepens every day Your silent heart screams "help" but fails to reach any ear Your eyes suffer from gazing into nothingness...unable to shed a tear Like an evil spell has saturated your being and your strength some how is bound Your bruised soul has lost its glow from the truths you have found You died from the shock of unspeakable reality And your virgin mind, so loving but blind could not cope with the insanity Reflections by Joan Donnelly