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