Fighting the depresssion


    Lying at the close

    Back of your mind, etched with that regret.

    Darkness isn’t much of a threat.

    But pray for an unborn spark,

    Because what gives you away is starless dark.

    Hope ain’t visible,

    Not even at the distance of light years.

    We will have to fight it through,

    With our inner selves to let it go.

    The devil residing in there

    won’t easily come to bow.

    Release the little soul you own

    Of all those filthy curses;

    Though your wounds won’t be familiar

    with the new verses.

    But first let the blessings sink in

    Only then you will have the sensation,

    Close enough to morphine kicking in.

    Only the hallucination won’t be virtual ,

    Everything you desire for will be real.