LOST

I sometimes look up in the horizon and feel like I’m stuck in a trance.

I feel so lost in a maze of confusion and uncertainty.

Tears fall down my cheeks and I’m at a loss to explain why I’m crying.

I feel stifled by a shrinking room that I cannot hold open.

I yearn to burst through my bubble but I can’t seem to set myself free from the never ending web.

My thought wander to an unknown land and I begin to wonder if I’m really sane.

I seem to drown deeper in my ocean of depression and I can no longer hold my head above the water.

The inner strength I once had keeps breaking away a piece at a time.

Time seems to have stood still because my days and nights are similar.

I can no longer hide behind the facade of a fake smile.

I’m falling apart with each passing day.

Darkness has become my norm and light has become a distant memory,

Hope has become a fleeting presence,

Joy is now only an imagination of the past,

Peace is now a foreign concept.

Gloom is all I understand.

I cannot see myself as I should,

Because my mirror image rebels

Remember;

No one wishes to have dark days, sleepless nights, grumpy mornings and this endless dark tunnel with no sign that it will ever end. Depression is not a choice.

Copyrights © 2019 Eva Mwangi