Stuck On Depression's Call Poem by Leaking Pen

I have not slept much lately
Shrouded myself in the silence of running despair
Seeking God for answers
For I have been not quite right
This feeling of emptiness
Took hold of my soul
And like a cut flower
Closer to death
Although my stem is soaking
In the love of paralyzed family and few trying friends
But cannot help my feelings
Even God's ears went deaf to my pleading
In the valley of my loneliness
I walk alone.
I do fear darkness
For my compass stuck on depression
The needle of my life
Glued there for a quite a while
I do understand more clearly
When others are empty to hope
The feeling Jesus had on the cross
When deserted by the heavens
I hear voices of despair and suicide
For here I am a male in my Titanic
From a third class cabin
What are my chances of getting?
A seat on a lifeboat reserved for the first class
Innocent women and children
Crying in Bagdad, Palestine, Pakistan and Afghanistan
And here at home the demise of my middle class roots
Once the beacon of hope
Souls lost to global winds
And tsunami of the Far East
My music has died
My prayers deaf
My eyes lost their colors
My tongue the taste of spice
My poem sinking from its load
I witness the bubbles of my life ascend
Slowly slowly slowly my end …..
I can't breathe, I can't breath
Help! Help!
The end.

Copyright Leaking Pen 2011
Oct 9 2011