Depression

Those clouds that gather overhead,
Seeking to darken lives, kill souls
Feelings roll on as clouds
And I drown in the rain, the dread.

Storms pass, as do all such things,
But when such a thing as I
Insignificant in the minds of the dark
Tries to outrun such a storm,

I die.

Indiscriminate in who it hates
The clouds follow on, and sing
With joy when I would rather anything
Strike me than this storm.

The weakness under the clouds
That I am, that I know,
The bleakness engulfs my heart
And cries out in crowds of grief.

Who knows when I will be free of the storm?