The Throes of depression…

Even the brilliant summer morning sunshine… cannot move me towards hope… I prefer overcast skies  and steady rain… somehow I feel safer under a canopy of clouds… they ever impending encroachment of Doom… seems to fit me like a finely tailored suit…

There’s something bad lurking… brooding… forming… planning… scheming… preparing for the opportunity to pounce… most likely a succession of horrible things… perhaps some Demon… red-eyed… long- toothed… and drooling… I’m caught up in head hanging… head holding depression… death somewhat unknown …could be a friend… but is probably fraudulent relief…

The big black Hollow eyed Beast… comes as deception… destruction… and death…. The Entity breathes constantly on the back of my neck… always whispering…” Now I’ve got you”….

Were it not a supreme offense to God.. my family and friends… I would surely jump off a bridge… hang myself… or find another end game… drift off into eternity and face the music… which would probably be a worse state…

Note: This piece of work is intended to examine the depths of depression which I have experienced quite often throughout my life… I think it comes with being a writer… this author does not have a self-inflicted death wish… however it is a big problem especially with young people… we have to find a way back to Hope…

The accompanying photo was taken by Me in St Petersburg Florida several years ago…




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