It wraps around me like a cloke, <br />unaware of the warmth it should provide; <br />A heavyness seeps through the fabric <br />encompassing the body with pressure, <br />pushing against the cells of life, depleting <br />the very energy reserved to compel life forward. <br /> A weight, unseen by the eye shoving against <br />a defenselss body. A sense of failure at <br />the end of a struggling life. <br /> A heaviness not before felt. A keen sense <br />of sadness, despair, desperation. The last <br />breath of a drowning man- gone- with no sense of <br />accomplishment. <br /> A weight not to be shared by others, an inner <br />struggle like a pendulum swinging between life <br />and death, where death is the welcomed guest. <br /> Drained of life motionless, paralized by <br />inadequate choices, choked by bad decisions <br />lays the tortured soul of keith foley.<br /><br />Keith Foley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depression-265/
