Can I say my depression out aloud?
I am afraid that I will be short of words;
For, my own emotions cannot be found,
And my heart bleeds, stabbed by a thousand swords;

I don’t want for this eulogy to my emptiness:
To be long;
But I hope that all of you bear with me:
Because soon I will lose this symphony;
Its been years since I have happily sung a song;
For joy for me has become a blasphemy;

I hope the critics will forgive my technique;
I hope they will forgive me, for I cannot.

That night was dark, cold like frost
So, I went into the dark at a lower cost.
Had something there that I would now not dare,
Because it freaked me out, gave me a scare.

The sky got lost like my body too frail,
I sold myself in the growing gale.
Slowly my body started to fail,
Called my wife to no avail.

Indeed, I realize now in the past that I kept
I haven’t met my wife, since last we slept.
But the pain is becoming too much to bear,
Like a boat in the storm, burning-sear.

Never had a kid but would like one now,
So that I don’t die like a rotten bough.
And the night was dark once again,
Lost myself in a fleeting vain.