Revolving Door

Depression affects people in different ways. A dark poem that gives clarity to that.

Lights dim as night falls
And the dreams of a man
Worn down by life
Slowly crumble under the pressure
As the revolving door slams shut.

Sounds fade as the screaming stops.
The hopes of a quivering child
Cowering in the dingy corner
Deflate like a leaking balloon
And the revolving door slams shut.

The pain and anguish disappear
As the resolve of the girl
Finally breaks under the bullying
And she empties the pill bottle
Watching the revolving door slam shut.

The rage and fury overwhelm
The patience of the boy
Sitting at the back of the class
As he locks the room and draws his gun
Hearing the revolving door slams shut.

The stress overflows
From the teen in the tub
As the bloody knife
Drops away from their arm
Feeling the revolving door slam shut.

I look at the horrid
Inner demons and outer
Actions plaguing the world
And I say "Screw This!"
Breaking the revolving door open, forever.