The Black Cloud.
Depression is such an evil thing,
It strangles your soul inside.
It can take away your heart & mind,
And all you can do is run and hide.
When l am under this cloud of darkness,
it surrounds me every day.
It ruins me and affects me,
In each and every possible way.
I cannot shift it from me,
No matter how hard I try.
I find no hope and no pleasure,
and cannot understand why.
It hangs around my spirit and life,
it crushes me from every side.
I dread each morning when l awakes,
It seems so deep, so dark, so wide.
Sometimes it only lasts for a day,
and at times for a week or more.
It lies in wait to attack me,
and it sits crouching at my door.
Then in a moment it Lifts its ugly storm,
and again, I can seize the day.
I can see everything so clearly,
and once again can find my way.
When the cloud finally lifts from your shoulder,
You can shout with a voice that’s so strong.
I’m finally free from this evil curse,
and back to reality, where I belong.