Tempest

The hold depression can have...

A whirlpool of deceit:a never-ending cycle ensues
Hidden storms over calm waters
Nothing is, as it seems
Streams of negativity flow
Into waters ill at ease

Hidden feelings reappearing
The eye of the inner tempest shearing,
Lone gone the coat of love
Bare and naked fearing

Torrid winds roar, cruel waves bash against the shore
Eroding ones soul further into obscurity
Darkness falls over troubled waters
The mournful hymn of the soulless
Could be heard all round
In this boundless sea of turmoil