The 5 senses of emotions

Depression

In the caverns of the mind, where shadows dance,
Depression prowls with its silent trance.
Taste it? A bitter brew of despair,
Like swallowing ash, choking on air.

It sounds like a symphony of distant cries,
Echoing in the silence, where hope dies.
Whispers of doubt, a relentless drone,
A cacophony of voices, each one alone.

And what does it look like, this specter of gloom?
A monochrome landscape, shrouded in doom.
Colors faded, drained of their hue,
As if the world itself is mourning too.

The scent of it lingers, heavy in the air,
Like the musty scent of forgotten despair.
Stale and suffocating, it clings to the soul,
A scent that seeps into every hole.

Feel it? Like chains weighing heavy on the heart,
Dragging you down, tearing you apart.
A suffocating embrace, cold and unkind,
Leaving nothing but emptiness behind.

And in the end, depression is like a mirror,
Reflecting back the darkness we fear.
A shadowy figure, haunting and near,
A constant companion, always here.