So you wake up,
and the sun is
burning your eyes.
You put on a pot of coffee
and just as the morning
starts to slowly drip
through

DEPRESSION

Silently in sorrow
this poet stood
among voices of praise
Fame seemed meaningless,
deafeni ng the pencil
blown away,

So...

When the clouds rain down there sorrow relentlessly

I find my umbrella too small, my jacket too light

Uncertainty

It's an emotion that will cover your entire will
Continually making life a very bitter pill
Slowly creeping in it will cloud

Run and hide,

all feelings inside,

hurt can only begin

when you let people in.

Dream of tomorrow,

a day stripped of sorrow,