Sometimes (a poem on depression)

Sometimes (a poem on depression) Sometimes I am hurting inside I try to hide myself, to no avail for I feel as if I am wearing a 3 inch mini skirt and people are staring, in hopes of viewing my most tender areas Sometimes I feel the warmth of happiness but it comes at the wrong time so instead of being a welcome glow to my face it becomes as the scorching fire of daytime in the desert deep lines form upon my cheeks as I try to focus on viewing reality sometimes I need just a tender touch of your love a drizzle of refreshment to help wash away my pain but you come on like a typhoon, rocking my already troubled waters, crashing emotions against  the shoreline  of my heart, fragile like sand and I erode back into oblivion sometimes I want to talk but words stick in my throat like a dolphin trapped in a gill net, I struggle to free them but they bind, and suffocate me I should be able to move within this world but like a bat, I am blind, and darkness is the world I live in sometimes I just think and all seems to make sense in my mind that I am human, vulnerable, and alive that is when words move again, but the voice I use is a poem © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes November 17, 2001 Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 05:18 AM PST   10 • 0 • 1