Depression


I often go through bouts of depression.
It was during one of those bouts that I wrote this poem. As I read it now, I
realize that it is very depressing.

Burdens weighing down
The conscious mind
Haunting night’s dreams
And days waking


Heavy on shoulders
Too weak are breaking
Pounding spirit
To the ground shaking


Feeling every
Moments quaking
Dreading living
Fearing dieing


Choking on words
Others are saying
When living is
Just too depressing


Marcia Hitchens © 2002