THE UNREACHABLE HEIGHTS
In the depths of night, where shadows creep,
Lies a heart heavy, unable to sleep.
Depression's grip, a relentless hold,
A story of sadness, silently told.
Each day begins with a sigh, a groan,
A pounding headache, feeling alone.
Scrolling through screens, seeking a spark,
In a world that feels endlessly dark.
A craving to be better, to rise above,
To find a purpose, to feel love.
But the climb is steep, the path unclear,
Each step forward, met with fear.
Cleaning the house, writing in vain,
Trying to escape this endless pain.
Stress builds up, the headache grows,
In this cycle, the darkness flows.
Yet somewhere deep, a flicker of light,
A whisper of hope, faint but bright.
For even in the darkest night,
