Depression is a fact of life for me. <br />As much a part of life as food and air, <br />It hovers like a dreaded entity. <br /> <br />It scatters joys like useless stale debris, <br />And sews the ashes of my dreams in gloom. <br />Depression is a fact of life for me. <br /> <br />It poises like a shadowing banshee <br />With somber wings just waiting to enshroud. <br />It hovers like a dreaded entity, <br /> <br />And I can almost always guarantee <br />Secreted in my spectral holidays <br />Depression is a fact of life for me. <br /> <br />My life becomes a frequent abductee <br />Purloined by mirthless bird of prey <br />It hovers like a dreaded entity.. <br /> <br />A vulture pouncing when my back is turned, <br />But hidden, and not easily discerned. <br />Depression is a fact of life for me <br />It hovers like a dreaded entity.<br /><br />Beatrice Dahlen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/villanelle-on-depression/
