Depression

 It woke me my dreary skies
 wrapping me inside my melancholy.
I felt miserable within its depressive touch
like a child with a fever,
I covered up.

Allowing sorrow to hold me through
lifeless strokes across my unhappiness with
uninspiring whispers that
lowered my resistance.

Sadness feed me,
nurtured my sorrow while
dejection’s unhappy melody
sang the blues to my despondence.

In misery I fell off the cliff inside my woe
 becoming Depression’s crowning glory