DEPRESSION

Life is just a conflict
Between the good and bad, so they say
For often have I heard this said
But of this aim not very sure
Cause in my life the fight
Doth not seem to be merely
Between the good and the evil;
For I can hear more than two voices
from the battle that rages within.

Some times though there is silence.
And it seems as though they
Have deserted me:
Then do the tears pour
As I give in: pouring down
The sides of my face;
The outer signs of a diseased mind
Wrought with pain
The disease called depression.

Do the memories from the past
Haunt you when depressed
Or is there an onslaught of depression
When assailed by these memories.
One wonders one does wonder!

All else seem forgotten
As scenes from the movie that is the dead past
Come alive in front of the minds eye.
I do not remember yesterday's joys
When foregone happenings occupy my present.

This merciless marauder deep depression
Makes my life a pain
And the dreams I have dreamt
All go down the drain:
As I battle this out
The war goes on in vain


When thus I am imprisoned
What proofs have I to show?
Of my prowess at success
No trophy have I no medal or sign
To mark what I have accomplished.


Try as I may the marauder
Still doth hold sway
Over this my life;
But not for long this I can assure
For as long as the battle rages within
There is hope. And that's for sure

~Tejaswini~