Depression

Depression

Skies the color of sparrows' wings;
Trees whose branches end in twigs.

The barren ground is hard and cold 
As daylight into dark enfolds.

The warmth has left my soul bereft
Of life and love--the lack thereof.

Uncertain future with no plan--
The days drift by; a shell, not man.

An empty fog; a darkened day
Without the sun, the clouds are gray.

A clouded vision, impaired sight
Oh God! I cry.  Where is the Light?

A silent scream, an unheard cry,
A sleepless dream.  I wonder, "Why?"

A still-life painting--moving not.
The world's arranged, but I am not.

A joyous dance; their hearts are free!
All take part, except for me.

--by Dixie-Lee Weber