Sonnet I

Depression which I know so well right now

A feeling that clings so surely, too tightly

My fear, dispair, and grief for all to see

Too long in distress. Come out I must, I vow.

Oh! The question lingers still: but how?

Dare I cast off my troubled thoughts and flee?

To those faraway places I'd rather be

Instead of this worthless dungeon, I growl.

Endless boredom and loneliness, my worst enemies

Together they come to punish, destroy and do

The evil deeds of degradation unto me.

Too much I've seen and known of tragedies

And far worse my too frequent moods of blue

With nothing left, I laugh and cry soundlessly.