THAT SINKING FEELING

Would you like to know what depression feels like? No? What's wrong with you?

Nothing, of course. And nothing's wrong with me either - it's just that occasionally, I have to summon all my energy, every last bit of focus and everything that I know inside my head and my heart to fight this horrible beast. I'm a warrior in an invisible war, sharpening my sword in the sunshine so that when night falls, I'm ready to take on my enemy.

The other day, while peering into the water butt, I thought of this poem, and today, a day when the battle is fierce, I thought I'd write it out. Perhaps, I think to myself, if I write about how it feels, it might help me to see how ridiculous it is and to tell it to get lost.


THAT SINKING FEELING

I'm sinking down
And sinking deep
Where murky waters
Roll and seep
Where darkness pours
And sadness reigns
And misery flows
Through my veins

I'm sinking fast
I'm sinking quick
Through inky waters
Deep and thick
That swallow all
The hopes of day
And sweep the sun
and moon away

Till all remains
Is starless sky
Where heaven weeps
And angels cry
But neither hear
And no-one saves
The hidden ones
Beneath the waves

I'm sinking down
I'm sinking deep
Where murky thoughts
Invade my sleep
Where darkness fills
The empty bed
And all is lost
For I am dead


So, here it is. Get lost, depression. I'm not what you say I am and you can't win.

So there.