Depression laughs @ me
i put my head in my lap
as tears of rage & pain
seep from my eyes
i sit in a dull corridor
with the light from a window resting on me
footsteps go by & footsteps go by
not a gentle hand around
Despair reaches up from his hole
and opens wide his arms
laughing and mocking me
as he comes to pull me down
His minions heckle & jeer
armed to the teeth
they come for blood
and my destruction
I stood and stuffed all
myself-pity and feeling down
donned my armour
turning my feelings into strength
I stood and faced
the armies of Despair,
Depression, (& the pain inside)
I bellow a mighty roar
and swing my blade into
the first of these unlucky fools
many hesitate & that is their last mistake
they fall like wheat
before a sickle
Despair gawks at my resolve &
the number of troops that are falling
I shout and sing
my battle cry –
I cannot let my humanity be my downfall.
wil becker
1997.07.15
