Mr. Depression Poem by james d nall,jr

How the days do sometimes drag
Feeling lifeless as a windless flag
No purpose, nothing to do at all
No one to talk to or to even call
Seems the 'Blahs' have got to you
Not a single soul, to turn to
Falling in that same dark session
With your old friend, 'Mr. Depression'
He's as loyal as they can come
Always there, to be your chum
Doesn't complain, patiently listening
While the tears on your cheeks are glistening
No comfort, will he, ever offer you
Never leaving your side, till you're through
Unhappiness and sorrow, his reward
Coming to the Edge, he pushes you forward
Watching, as you slowly fall
Grinning wickedly, he's having a ball!