My Poetry

The Truth

Over mountains and rolling hills
Streams and green around me
Peaceful lies of nature's mask
My eyes have opened to see

Color turns to black and white
As I see what really is
The world is heartless, void of joy
Nothing there to even miss

As I watch, I feel the black
Grow darkness from each hole
Now that I see, I cannot stop
I see it in every soul

Everyone is sadness and fear
They see nothing from light
Consumed by emptiness
They're drawn into the night

Black and dark is all I see
Dragging down and under
What is wrong, there is nothing
Hope and love thrown asunder

Pulse of light, is something real?
Impossible, all things are dark
Heart is lying, I need the truth
I see a streak, a small white mark

Tiny sound slips through with light
Strange and scary, I must hide
More comes through, but isn't bad
Maybe I can use one eye

I don't know why, but some light
Reaches in to touch my soul
It hurts so much I slam it shut
But still I feel a pull

So I look again, and now I see
Not all is gone, just far from me
Light comes in again and hurts
But I let it now come free

It's something else, other than black
And it is welcome here
The pain is bad, but dark is worse
But then I feel a tear

The last time I cried
I fell apart
I dropped and died
It stopped my heart

But now the black falls out through tears
And lets more of light in
A happy feeling encases me
So I open up my hands

Now I can truly see
What's been there all the time
It was me who made the black
But now I start to climb

The light and colors explode around me
As I lift myself up
I turn around to view my cage
And shiver in disgust

How could I have stayed
Like it was safe
In the darkness of my mind
With nothing to say

This light, this sound
What made me cry
Is what saved my life
And killed the lie

I didn't know what to call this, but I just came up with a name for it. It's about depression. (And kind of how music helps get us out of or through our depression.)