A time of cold and darkness, wet and wind
Shorter days, rushing to get everything in
At times we feel, we missed the deadline
The doors of daylight closed
Left out in the cold and dark again
We can’t think when we’re cold!
We can’t see when it’s dark!
We fear being alone out here!
We imagine silhouettes’ and voices
We run and hide
Only to find… they have followed us
To our hiding place
Thus, We surrender to the voices
A dark night of the soul
Meaninglessness, a deep sense, sets in
As we once were, we are not the same
Time goes by, daylight no more
We chose not to enter the doors
…of daylight anymore
A true story and poem about depression…:(