Poem #8: Everlasting Fall

This depression, this shame
It's growing inside me like an uncontrollable flame
Everything is spiraling downwards into deep pits of sorrow
thick and heavy like what's to come tomorrow
Down, down, down
That's all I know
At this rate I'll never grow
I try to find my way out, but I just can't reach
So I dream of happier things like that Floridian beach
Alas I must wake to the reality of it all
And once again,
begin this trend
of this
Everlasting Fall