Autobiography of a Poet
Through Depression
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Through Depression
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Depression for me was darkness at its blackest, as it killed me with its love.

OUT! OUT! DAMN SPOT

Out! Out! Damn spot.
You've caused me more distress
Then failure ever could.

Out! Out! Damn spot.
On my conscious you weigh heavily
Like a lead hat.

Out! Out! Damn spot.
Though I have valiantly tried
To displace you, still you remain.

Out! Out! Damn spot.
You hurt me, and I like a weakened babe,
Lay floundering on the floor.

Out! Out! Damn spot.
Like a cloak of despair
About my shoulders you cling.

Out! Out! Damn spot.
You are not my cross to bare.
Nor my sin to wash clean.

Out! Out! Damn spot.
I shake you from my back,
From my life, from my mind.

So damn spot begone!...aaah sweet release.

SILENCE

Guilty,
I slept in ignorance.

Waiting,
For a savior's call.

Hopelessly,
I cried out in pain.

Wishing,
For nothing, hoping for all.

Suddenly,
In fear I raptured.

Hurting,
Tears and wounded soul.

Desperately,
I sought solace.

Languishing,
In hells untold.

IN DESPAIR

In despair, I wandered.
Ensnared, embroiled
In the refuse of my aching soul.

In despair, I cried.
Silent tears deep inside,
Drowning the impetuous of my anguish.

In agony, I disdained.
Of ever smiling, laughing,
Living, loving again.

In wretchedness, I stayed
Wallowing in my own self defeat.
My own disgust.

In despair, I awoke.
In despair, I lived.
In despair, I died.

And was reborn to begin it all again.

THE RAIN

It rained.
And outside my windows
I saw the blurring of the sky turn dark and cry.

It fell.
Onto the quiet street
And no one saw the weeping and heartbreak but I.

It ran.
Down the sidewalks and the sides of the trees
Washing away yesterday's trenchant debris.

It cleansed.
Away the anger, fear, disharmony.
And then it healed a wounded soul righteously.