Oh so sad, my stress filled life
Pathos, sadness, and grief so very rife
Filled to the hilt with disappointment and pain
Always wondering if I’ll see happy again
Who can I curse for the way that it became
Is there anyone but myself that’s to blame?
Perhaps my ancestry and relatives to share
Could I dump my pain and guilt over there?
No, not really, the blame resides with me
Never being able, a clear path to see
Wandering with no intent through the years
Avoiding some sadness, but not all of the tears
Going my way, without knowing where it lay
Thinking a good philosophy, was being day to day
No commitment, could only deny a future loss
But having gone nowhere, is the final cost.
Truly I can’t say that there has been no good
I can surely confess to it, as I surely should
But why hasn’t it sustained me, through most the other time
Instead of being reclusive, so very hard to find
As yes, it’s depression, that overwhelming sigh
Always on your back, always in your eye
Tripping you up and blinding you, until it’s hard to see
Guiding without end, despite the endless plea.