Depression Poem by Keith Foley

It wraps around me like a cloke,
unaware of the warmth it should provide;
A heavyness seeps through the fabric
encompassing the body with pressure,
pushing against the cells of life, depleting
the very energy reserved to compel life forward.
A weight, unseen by the eye shoving against
a defenselss body. A sense of failure at
the end of a struggling life.
A heaviness not before felt. A keen sense
of sadness, despair, desperation. The last
breath of a drowning man- gone- with no sense of
accomplishment.
A weight not to be shared by others, an inner
struggle like a pendulum swinging between life
and death, where death is the welcomed guest.
Drained of life motionless, paralized by
inadequate choices, choked by bad decisions
lays the tortured soul of keith foley.