Living with Depression

We try to hold our thoughts in check, not allowing them to run away with us, incase they go somewhere that we don`t want to be. We`re frightened that if we go too far out of our control, we will be unable to deal with them.

We feel we have to control our minds.

It`s almost like believing that what we think about will inevitably be played out in the "real world";  if we think about dark "unthinkable" things, could they be premonitions?

So we brush those thoughts away as quickly as they appear.

We don`t want them in our heads.

As a lengthened shadow sweeps and creeps

silently and stealthily erasing sunlight,

the dark veil of depression skillfully transcends

our thoughts with oppressive gloom;

searching and probing for any positivity to

swamp  and drown  with vehement force

and velocity.
Logical thoughts are no longer viable;
the mind a blur of emotional confusion
catapulting random negative notions
around a sensory minefield.