Depressions Hope Pt1 Poem by Peri Morgan

A leaden cloak, a sky of grey,
where sunbeams falter, lose their way.
The world, a stage, where shadows creep,
and whispered sorrows never sleep.

Nostalgia's ghost, a chilling breeze,
rustles through long-barren trees.
'What could have been, ' a haunting plea,
a fractured, lost reality.

The echo of a vanished smile,
a memory that mocks a while.
The phantom touch of absent hands,
in desolate and barren lands.

The weight of loss, a heavy stone,
upon a heart that beats alone.
The future's path is a misty blur,
where hope's faint embers barely stir.

With each passing hour, a leaden tread,
a hollow space inside the head.
The mind, a maze of tangled thoughts,
where battles silently are fought.

The tears unshed, a burning sting,
a silent, melancholic thing.
Depression's grip, a cruel embrace,
stealing joy, and leaves a trace.

But even in the darkest night,
a flicker waits a fragile light.
Though shadows loom and sorrows bind,
a strength remains, for peace to find.