Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won't break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake. The wisps that you are weaving are clouding my damp eyes, a cold and cloying shroud that’s covering all that I desire. A void, with sides so steeply etched and burning with cold dread, I’m trembling now with fragile fear and wondering if I dare tread. Your shadow wraps me in its arms to hold me once again, a old familiar friend that’s feeding fast upon my pain. A symbiotic succour and reluctant shield of sighs from the turmoil of a life that turned to tears before my eyes. And the sleep within my veins now washes over silent souls, a mind numbing response to a desperate, lonely call. I’m crying out from within the prison of this decaying fragile frame and I hide my face behind a smile from relentless passionate pain. Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the darkness you are dealing leaves my soul with little rest. Now your fog has engulfed me to the edges of my world, I hope and pray that one day soon, my wings will be unfurled. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 2nd June 2014. Revised 20th August 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.