Depression

Somebody painted the
Day gray today,
When I awakened the sky was
Hues of graphite and steel,
Sobs wrenched my gut,
Although they did not show, and no one could hear-
My body was not my own-
Some parts elongated and others
Exaggeratedly large and bulging outward,
My mind was performing somersaults in the air, while
My arms flailed about,
Tossing my bedclothes erratically, and
The System was invading my mind
Stealing my thoughts away
Obliterated by the grayness they were,
Manipulated by some other source
Who painted the day gray today.
The sky was tinted hues
Of graphite and steel,
No one could fathom how
Sobs wrenched my gut this morn
I know they never show, and
That no one could ever hear them.
Even if my neighbors had regained their hearing,
They could not hear these sobs
That not even I could hear,
My mind was performing somersaults indoors.
Outside the air was as stagnant and as dismal
As what the future holds for me,
The tears only overshadow
What my eyes truly see, that is,
What is truly me?
I am none but a victim of the System,
Which captures my every moment
Hues of graphite and steel
Have once again colored a new day for me.

Claudia Krizay (schizoclaud)