Stale Smell.

I smell the stale odour of deep depression.
It fills life's ambience with unwanted oppression.
I look in the mirror and don't like what i see.
What i see is not the once happy me.
Outside of me looks dark and uninviting.
Inside of me feels cold and scared of socialising.
Again i have slipped back into uncharted waters.
A place where nothing in life matters.
I stand alone in a darkened room.
All around me filled with doom and gloom.
Alone I wait for father time to do its healing.
Just standing alone looking up at the unpainted ceiling.
Day turns to night and night turns to day.
Still no bright shining sun to get out and make nourishing hay.