Depression

February 26, 2017 Dhiraj D

Here lies darkness, an endless supply of despair. In a mind’s burning furnace only black thoughts everywhere.

 

Every task has lost it’s purpose, no prize worthy enough to be won. Dull routines in life’s circus, jumping hoops one by one.

 

There is no comfort in friendship, just fragile sanctuaries in a storm. Your indifference just the tip of a vicious iceberg taking form.

 

Climbing out of this abyss keeps getting harder everyday. Each doubt a serpent’s hiss which you try to keep at bay.

 

But all joy is mute, every shade is grey. There are no parachutes and you keep falling away.


Leave a Reply