Depression Grew

A flower bloomed one winter's day
within my mind, so far away.

It's roots, planted firmly in the soul
were yesterday's grasping control.

It's stem, reminded me of life
that vaguely passed before my eyes.

It's leaves, separated at the stem
reflected times of now and then.

It's petals, so uneven stated
happiness is overrated!

It's color, so profoundly dark
matched the shade of my empty heart.

This flower that did bloom within
was not a beauty,nor a friend.