Twisted Traditional Poetry Entries

Depression

Depression

All alone in the quiet of morning
Before the dawn wakens the birds.
Come thoughts, like a silent forewarning,
Depressing emotions and words.

Each day is a challenge, I find,
Forgetting the success I’ve had.
Getting too lost in my mind -
Head games that make me feel bad.

I watch as the sun spreads its light.
Just knowing the dawn has appeared
Keeps me from eternal night.
Life isn’t crazy… just weird.

An entry for Round 6, "Invalid Item" 
Prompt: Write a poem that rhymes.
THE TWIST Each line must start with a different letter of the alphabet consecutively.
Line Count: 12