There you are,
You pile of steaming hot crap,
I knew you were watching me,
And so I was on the lookout,
Why do you always turn up,
At the most inopportune time?,
Can't you see I'm busy?,
Can't you see I'm content?,
you sneak around leaving black sludge,
Shovelling despair and anguish into my bag,
Making it heavier as the minutes drift,
So heavy, I can't carry it much further,
I see you,I saw you and yet,
There's sweet FA I can do about it,
Other than crouch down and endure the deluge,
So bring it, let's have it,
Because, when you're done,
I may be broken, but alive,
I will be on my knees to be sure but,
I will always get up.. Always......
(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 06/05/2019
Depression.. That ugly life sucker, is always lurking, sometimes it fools us into thinking we have a few days yet before the onset, then it pounce, like a lion on a gazelle.. We're helpless, we see it coming and we're helpless..