Depression! you are the domicile of sorrow,

you stole my rapture and endearment.

The light left, my structure became hollow.

I could not see family and friends, I bereft

them. You had stolen my inwardness, but

my structure was among them. I smiled, hugged them, and said, “I love you”, whilst

I knew, there was no love I possessed.

The wonderful world withered.

My hand touched my heart, I couldn’t

find the throbbing of my heart, I found

the beacon of joy, I knew the taste

of happiness. The walls of melancholy weren’t home, the home is the family