Darkest Depression

Darkest Depression
sits over my head
Coloring my vision
in black and greys.

Forlorn Hopes and Lost Wishes
flit across my mind
like sparrows winging their way
to distant lands
while clouds of fear and uncertainty
blot out
the sunlight
that would brighten
my Heart with Joy.

There seems to be no end
to this Tunnel of Despair,
this Pit of Mental Agonies
that makes me writhe in anguish
and rail against those around me.

I am as if tied to a Post.
I cannot Break Free of these Bonds
that Bind my Mind
to a Lodestone
that drags me
ever deeper
to darkening
drowning
seas of sadness.

With Bleeding fingernails
I climb a Mountain
that seems unending.
I cling to precarious handholds,
dangling
over black pits
of madness that
I know are bottomless.

If I should ever slip,
nothing
would arrest my fall
and I would descend
endlessly
into the darkest abysses
of my Soul.