War Against Myself
Depression in Me
A woeful night it is
The weary little lady is not in ease
For her there's no days only nights
Hope is out of sight.
Tears keeps on falling
Like a river water flowing
Her pale white skin
Makes the mark after wound seen.
Paradise is what she see
On that rope hanging on a tree
That pushes her to feel
What is happiness without ill
A battle with no swords
Only sadness and hurtful words
A war where there's no enemy
But an excruciating depression inside me.
© 2017 Ariel Madrid