When you cry (about living with a loved one who lives with depression)

Even if I sometimes manage to help to ease the pain 
anytime you might start again
with rivers of tears like acid rain
eating at everything good again

I love you and I don’t know what you’re going through
but my love remains true
you can still see it,
can’t you?

when you cry fouled rivers run
the darkest shadows cross the sun
cyclone clouds further blacken the day
the very rainbows turn themselves to grey
the sun finally puts it’s light away

for you the whole world turns to bleak anxiety and fear
empty of hope and cheerless
the sadness is so deep and so near
so profound it breaks my heavy weather beaten heart
as icy words you shoot at me
feel needle like poisoned darts

this melancholy is so wretched it puts our life on hold
I don’t know what to do
how to bring you in from the cold
but I will keep trying and in my safe warm wings
you I will still enfold

resurrection

If the bright sun arising marks renewal of each day
why is it so I persist in feeling dull and grey
if the sun sinking below the horizon offers rest this way
why is it each restless night tormenting dreams hold sway
every night the same every week barely endured
why the sun bothers at all I do not know
when no resurrection is assured

Poetry days #39.

In and Around My Agitato Mind

Locked in with few ways out.