Dancing With Time

A poem about depression and the thought/realization that it all stems from yourself.

Not as fast, one may think.
Slowly drawing...a picture.
A thought.
Black upon white,
Negative to positive, showing...
A back and forth moment,
A dance with steps askew.
Not a balance,
More like...fear.
Teatering, Swaying...
Motions made absrtact.
An arm here, leg there...
Words that prove no meaning,
Feeling...blithesome,
Surpassing emotion...beyond...
A comprehensive thought.
Falling into a realm of distractions...
As it's beating ever so slowly,
Blurring a vision,
And killing time itself.