The Darkness

depression

Darkness,
Creeps upon me
As a midnight snow
Sudden, silent and cold.

From the dove's wing
I have fallen once more
Into the abyss
That is the reality of this life.

The stench of mediocrity
Saturates my nostrils.
It inundates my very soul,
Binding and tormenting me.

The peace of which I dream
Continues to evade me
Quite times of mind
Have become ever so elusive


Cold and empty inside
In vain I cry once more
Shaken by the wicked echoes
Of a vision long since past