Rhemalogy

Depression is like a black hole in space;
That devours all your positive thoughts and leaves you without a trace…

Or a clue as to who you are or what you should do.
Making you cross-examine your inner self: “Are you really you?”

A bottomless pit so deep, negative and strong;
Constantly emitting thoughts to your mind that your entire existence is wrong.

It causes you to become reclusive, desiring to be alone in the dark…
Traveling along cosines, sines, tangents and arcs.

Extending endlessly into total nothingness—naught.
Trying to seduce your mind away from all good and pure thoughts.

Soon self-pity, denial and anxiety move in,
Now you’re not sure where you are; even worse where you’ve been!

Add to this collage of emotions a dose of wrath;
You’re angry with yourself—you’ve chosen the wrong path.

Now panicked, neurotic and all in a tizzy;
You find yourself now really getting dizzy.

You’re too fat, you’re too thin;
You’re all alone, you have no friends.

You’re too old; your hair is getting gray,
All life’s ambitions are starting to slip away.

You’re too poor and the rest of the world is rich.
Now you fallen into the pitch…

Of the black hole, no sides, bottom or top.
When will all this insanity finally stop?

Spending money—shopping to ward off the strain;
Drinking and doing drugs to obliviously ease the pain.

But when you come back to yourself—number one;
You’re right back where you first begun.

Only now it’s much worse;
Suddenly you find yourself going through life in reverse.

So if you encounter a black hole that tries to suck you in,
Don’t let it psych you out my analytical friend.

Thank the Lord daily, never cease to pray and just keep your own pace,
Even if it means “time out” from this madness they call the human race.

© c.f. leach, 1994. Copyright protected. All rights reserved.