On a Grey Day

The days are void of happiness

A perilous affliction

Running circles in my mind

A sickening addiction

Empty, hollow- don't describe

The fleeting thoughts that drone

Twisting, forceful, aching thoughts

Just longing to go home

My bed is no more comforting

The prison where I rot

I have become nothing now

The battle won't be fought

I like to think that better days

Will soon be nearing in

But I can't get past my mind

My soul is wearing thin

I cannot abandon life

My feelings, now confessed

Just a simple poem

from the mind of the depressed