Paradox Of Life

Depression's Smile

I had it all, the zest for life,
With happiness, joy, and love rife.
Embracing good, avoiding strife,
Living fully, free from any knife.

But then it crashed, a sudden fall,
Life's pace halted, a stalled sprawl.
Depression's grip, it held me tall,
Smiling at me, a sinister call.

Phone rings, friends on the line,
But I lack strength to answer, decline.
Curling up, seeking solace, I recline,
Empty vessel, devoid of shine.

Depression whispers, 'People waste your time,
Stay inside, the outside's a mundane mime.'
Motionless, purpose I can't define,
In the abyss of nothingness, I resign.

Heart is frigid, soul feels drained,
What lies ahead, but sorrow ingrained?
This life, I no longer wish to sustain,
Love, sleep, food, all emotions restrained.

Text messages appear, a glimmer of light,
Invitations to venture out in the night.
Dear heart, I struggle, compelled to write,
Depression mocks, its smile shines bright.

'I'm sorry, no appetite, dinner I'll forsake,'
I send the response, sinking in my ache.
Bed, so cold, as my thoughts break,
Depression grins, my spirit it takes.

Guilt consumes, connections severed,
Passions lost, love forever weathered.
Embracing loneliness, as though endeavoured,
Like a wounded bird, fallen, untethered.

Within me, depression grins with glee,
Life's purpose blurred, no reason to be.
Sadness overwhelms, nothing sets me free,
Discontent with all, lost in misery.

Oh, how I loathe life, its burdensome weight,
Depression's smile, a constant trait.
In the darkness, a glooming fate,
Despair lingers, a strifle that refuses to abate.