Words Of A Mystic Nation

Opressed by this

I smell the crisp bitterness of the loneliness
I see the tears of pain and suffering around me
The dull skies and the heavens crying upon us
I hear the mountains roaring oscillently to the ground beneath it
I feel the continuous,jab of the knife stabbing my heart

Is this what depression feels like,I look around and see the long lasting bitter smell of the palm trees
and smell the saltiness of the water
Miles away I hear the sound of the water questioning my soul time and time again
and the warmth of the sand burning my skin
Then suddenly the question from the water gushingly returns
I choose to stay as bitter as the palm trees forever