Midnights

The things that once excited me

Now lay shiftless in a grave

Buried too deep to be resuscitated.

The spirits of the things I once loved

Pranced around me during the witching hour,

A nightly reminder of how I killed them off.

Midnight lasted forever,

And the rain never ceased.

There were no days,

Only midnights and their preparations.

Passion and Drive were the first to go,

Seeking shelter from the endless flooding

And Pleasure and Satisfaction were not far behind.

Indifference stretched and reclaimed the vacancies for herself,

Placing sandbags around every doorway and window sill.

It became all too easy to believe

That nothing I did mattered,

And therefore,

Neither did I.

#depression