My Comfort And all we do Is search for things that are true But what I wanted was you A place to find my comfort And all we say Is the pain won’t go away I’ll make my own life someday But now I’ve lost my comfort And all I know Are things that were long ago Now time seems to pass so slow And time becomes my comfort And all I am A broken shell of a man Return to where this began So I can craft my comfort And all you are Is something seen from afar Nothing left but a small scar That keeps me from my comfort [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index

Life Life is but a memory A thought within one’s head Tomorrow you are nothing Soon you shall be dead Life is but a watermark On the parchment of the earth Filled with eons of existence There’s no mention of your birth Life is but an action The sum total of your breathing Waste not your time on yearning Or pointless believing Life is but a moment A mark one makes on time I strive to make it long and deep So you will remember mine Life is but a dream While reality is asleep But life is such a precious dream That I will always keep [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index

The Storm The ship set out for sea one morn, Out into open water. All was grand until the storm Caused everything to falter. Her crew hurried to and fro, To “batten down the hatches!” The deck began to shake and tremble, Her sails badly needing patches. The ship was tossed and thrown all night, All hope of living gone. But right before she lost her fight Came the tranquillity of dawn. The sea began to settle down, It seemed the ship was saved! She made it though the violent waters And conquered evil in that place. Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index

Good Are you alive? Are you breathing? Thinking? Dreaming? Loving? Good. You can be destroyed. Are you afraid? Are you breathing? Shivering? Shuddering? Fearing? Good. You can be destroyed. Are you in love? Are you breathing? Laughing? Holding? Protecting? Good. You can be destroyed. Are you enraged? Are you breathing? Crying? Choking? Gasping? Good. You can be destroyed. Are you alone? Are you breathing? Hoping? Hating? Barren? Good. You can be destroyed. Are you breathing? Good. You can be destroyed. Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index

Notice the Creatures Notice how the creatures Take pleasure in the sunlight’s glow Through the fields they frolic All the while they know That the daylight soon is ending Arctic chills shall frost the air Yet they surrender humbly And live life without those cares Tomorrow’s perils are nothing For today is all they see The past is worth forgetting The future is but a mystery Silently they resign themselves To fact that life is now They go on living completely The only way that they know how Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index

I Am I am but a tear On the cheeks of a scorned lover I am but a leaf Amid a frenzied autumn flutter I am but a second On a voyage through the ages I am but a sentence Amid a book with many pages I am but a droplet In an early springtime shower I am but a petal Among a range of springtime flowers I am but a clover On a mead of flowing green I am but a cog Among the wheels of a machine I am but a sideshow On the stage of all the world I am but a brushstroke Amid a canvas of colors swirled I am but a speck On the blanket of the sky I am but a soldier Along a field where thousands died I am but a crag On a looming mountain peak I am but a ripple Amid a swiftly moving creek I am but a grain of sand On a voyage through the wind I am but a voice Among a crowd of screaming men I am but a detour On the journey across time I am but a single breath And yet the world is mine Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index

The Tree Look up through the canopy And step from the branches` awning Bathe in the sun`s elation For the day is newly dawning Awaken from useless slumber And embrace this new beginning Fill the veins with flowing essence For soon the soil runs dry Rejoice in youth`s vitality And breathe its vibrant air Drink its rejuvenating liquid For soon this life will die The skies open for precious seconds And drench the world with their tears Soon the drizzle turns to downpour For death drowns life`s volunteers Some trees bloom dead All of them die Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index

Time I must not waste my time! I cannot idle here! For my life is so short, And precious time so dear. Each instant is important. Every second spent is mine. I must use them carefully, For nothing conquers time. A moment is worth fighting for, A wasted second is a sin. Because nothing I can hope to do Will get that second back again. Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index

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