Re-Cycling Depression

Nothing can stop time, not even depression.

Night comes,
bed beckons,
routine falls into place.

No passion,
less strength,
my body lays lifeless.

Phone rings,
child screams,
both are left unanswered.

Sleep lags,
questions rouse,
doubts fill the silence.

Eyes burn,
throat stings,
tears drench my pillow.

Sun rises,
alarm sounds,
another day has started.

False smiles,
must regenerate,
time halts, for noone.