13 Ways Of Lookin' at Depression...

Innocence, tragedies come
Lives taken, before goodbye is mentioned…

Stained, ripped, drenched in misery
Disbelief will never leave your side
As if it became your shadow buried behind your eyes…

Faint echoes still jolt you
Sweaty palms, so cautious…

Broken depths where none should go
Alone and lost under that stone…

Seize and capture
Before all is gone
Non existent…

Cold hearts, create visions
Fiction or non fiction
Perhaps a dedication
To the picture you painted…

Eject wisdom at all degrees
Corruption taints the soul
Pressure the mind, don’t tear the heart…

Death becomes the twin of life
You see your reflection fade
As the puddle splashes and the ripples dissolve…

Designed to be the supreme
Until failure sets into your presence
Become entrapped as you try and escape…

Distinction of fear reaps upon your broken figure
Cleanse your soul as it sets in
Down, out, and dreading the moments…

Try and grasp the light as all vanishes
Hope is easily lost and
His head hangs to the ground…

Can you hear his movement?
Sudden sorrow, provides affliction
Causing heartaches…

It’s catastrophic when you peer at his grave
Marked REST IN PEACE but,
What does it really say?
Real Innocent People
Died before that day…