These grim moments,
reoccurring  untowardly.
Thoughts take turns in my head.
Like a whirlwind,
entrapping every atom of joy'
in its enclave.

Void depression,
Steal these priceless gems away.
I scoff at my foolishness,
and sometimes at my existence.
Longing,
reaching out to a raging storm,
to wipe out every thought.
To set my captivated soul
free.


All,
yes,
all must depart.
For their roots scream evil.
Some sinister,
others negative,
dark.
None shall I retain,
no one.
For like a riptide,
they reach out to swallow me,
into non-existence.
For their sakes,
I dwell in  this world, entrapped.
As though my sorrows may never dry.
As one with whom troubles, have been assigned to reside.
Like my sun might never rise.
Like the moon,
stealing over the sun's shine,
has left my hands, paralyzed with depression.

A void nothingness.
Enthusiasm, has been  pointed out,
a culprit,
to the dwellers of my heart.
Nothingness,
empty nothingness.
Sadness,
free of weightiness.