Tears Of Depression | Collins Emmanuel Wirbuin

Down in dark dungeon of gloom
Drab dreary doom drapes the room
Sullen and bereft of the sight of moon
I lay still and broken, wishing I die

The birds sing me inspiration
The wind blows me motivation
The sun radiates me activation
But still am cold because I die

My lovers love seem only a dinner
After a night it becomes stale
When the night dies it dies too
And at dawn am frail because I die

My mouth drools poison
My eyes drip blood
My nose exhales smoke
Because inside my cells I die

Will the world ever see the pure me?
The weak me eclipses the real me
Oh how I desire to live the true me
But whilst I dream on, right now I die.

Poet's note: It's January 2021 and I keep hearing and seeing lots of saddening occurrences happening all around, in addition to the covid 19 pandemic that has shut the world down. The whole thing feels like, for every passing second, there's somebody somewhere shedding tears of sorrow and getting sorely depressed. So I put myself in their shoes and roll out the words that might have inundated their fragile hearts. I just hope the words of these poem provide some sort of comfort and healing.