depression – Leanna

Haiku 361/365

Disrupt the pattern: —From sadness to mild madness— This isn’t the truth.

The days are longer… My mind grows weary and bleak, Too tired to speak.

I wait… like a rose Wilting before your eyes and Losing my color.

The empty inside It blooms like canna lilies Full and annual.

Who can warm my soul? It weakens in the cold nights I’m losing myself…

The cloak of sadness Comes creeping from the dark night Alone I am consumed…

The sky is falling I’m stuck running in circles So tied up in knots.

Not always greener On the other side. Feeling Low; can I just hide?

The late night hours Cost me my head. Waiting for Time to stand still yet.

Sadness creeps to numb Numbness leaks in me. Panic Speaks. I want to sleep.