Depression and words

When depression impairs your linguistic and vocal capacity

Depression and words

 

When depression sets in,

Memories stolen,

Mood crestfallen.

Trapping you at your weakest,

Unraveling what you know to be true,

Planting plots in your mind,

Which appear most bleakest.

 

A curse, 

For a shallow verbal exchanges,

Blockades forming between the mouth and heart.

Surrounding vocal hydrants,

Begin exploding,

Blasting away any linguistics,

From boulevard benevolence.

Sometimes any boulevard.

Erecting irreversible oral contamination.

 

So much seen and scrutinised,

With too few words to illustrate and describe,

We say it's ok,

It will be alright.

The act draining and tiresome,

The weight of a smile,

So cumbersome.

As people detect,

The expanding foliage 

Of lies forgery.

 

In the psyche arrives Autumn,

As Summer's contraception has run its course.

Misery once more conceived,

In a mad mix of melancholy,

And despondency.

Arranging the bareness of impending Winter

A cerebral and psychological takeover.

 

SAD in full flow,

Some conclude they get it so.

No confusion after reflection,

It's unambiguous and unmistakable.

Once it consumes you,

Until you are released from the spell,

The subtle growth of an impending hell.

Communication forsaken.

Robbed of a medium to transmit,

As your mind commits unthinkable treason.

Not that the season is always a reason.

But it worsens our aversion, 

To seek help,

Or even standard conversation.

If words become a problem,

Though it is perhaps prescribed and conveyed as tiredness,

Beware lurking behind the cloaks of the symptoms,

Lies the demon depression.

Author's Note

These are experiences captured from various people, with a common them of seasons, and depression as an invisible evil.

From 'The Depression Collection'