Other, Poetry

Depression’s Reign

A bitter rain begins to pour

Distorting a malignant puddle

An indignant struggle

The feelings are utterly poor


A question that clouds the bluest of skies

The downfall of demise

Beneath the overcast doubt

Who am I?


No longer face with identity’s drought

My hopes and dreams faded 

With the rain sodden ropes

Of my schemes slips away


The tempest, I premise

The changing winds

Of ranging mind

“Doth suffer a sea-change”


The precipitation ends

With the sweet bouquet of petrichor

Myself betray

To my deepest core

As puddles begin to belie

But, it begin to rain again

But only from my eyes