black mist

a poem about depression

Misty moors ,
Harsh stormy shores,
The night without a moon,

Theres no set direction,
when all your faced with is rejection,
Then your all alone

You know you seen it coming ,
Like a freight train on the track
But it's not sight thats absent ,
It's your soul you lack,

The space between your ears ,
A empty lonley place
Order all but gone ,
Confussion does replace, ,

So what now?
Hard work seems to hard,
You havent got the strengh nomore,
now everyone thinks your bad,

I hope you make it your way ,
And do just what it takes,
For its a sad and lonley sound,
When anougher soul does break.