Depression

A dark, wet cloud floats
Above the girl's little white coat
And surrounds it, through and through.

She stands up and stretches,
throwing a bone at her dog, saying "fetch!"

Her smile is like the sun,
With the ability to make a sad man run.

But then she collapses
And gasps.
She just can't seem to relax.

Her chin dips low.
Lower.....lower.

Until she buries her face in her knees
And cries out pleas.
And yet she cannot find the keys
That could stop her pain with ease.