Depression
Dave Oakes
Quiet as a whispered hush
Invisible to all around
Faster than anyone can rush
They are here, but can’t be found.
How conceivable was it all before
Did I ever believe I would know
Would anyone ever believe me more
Could I have known how they would grow.
I now know how far down it can be
Below any level I could have thought
Beyond knowing or caring or wanting to see
Nothing to grab onto but what I’ve brought.
I don’t seem to make sense anymore
Don’t know if I ever will
Not really sure anymore how or what for
Only that I will forever have the chills.