My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded

Cloud High

Two days cloud high
Everything seemed perfect, day and night

The feel of time's bind no longer
All weight was off, felt stronger

It was a bubble, so delicate
Little I knew it'd blow, so intricate

All I felt was simple, yet complex
The emotion was empowering, now regret.

All motion seemed slow
In Space and time, I rowed.

Now the crystal dome popped.
Was too delicate, down by touch, brought.

It was two days in years
Where joy took over fear.

Two steps up high
Towards happiness, cloud nine.

Now its four steps down
Back to my old self, frowned.

Back to simple depression,
Emotions under compression.

Too dramatic, maybe so
But never had been said, "I like you"

Stupid, I know
To cry for something so narrow

To feel for so shortly
Yet to myself, first goes honesty.