Depression

Dark fingers
Stretching,
Clawing,
Deep
Picking up on thoughts
Memories
Twisting each
Turning all
From innocence
From pleasure
From joy
Into
Fear
Hatred and sorrow
Tears fall
Flow uncontrolled
As misused recollections
Stifle
What pleasure
Had begun
Warping
Dreams
Into nightmare realities
That sit
Shoulder resting
Bowing
Deforming straight
Into twisted horror
Turning truth
Into question
Turning surety
Into doubt
Until
Broken of heart
Twisted
In spirit
My mind crawls
To corner
Dark
Hidden

Alone

And breaks


Terry Rhiannyr
March, 2013