LIFE'S EPIC BATTLE
(For Anyone Who Has Ever Suffered Depression)
With crystal clear alacrity,
I wake to the onrush of self pity.
Gathering gumption, I stand to fight,
All the strength of a porcelain knight.
Grasping the lance of frail truth,
Fragmented dreams of distraught youth.
Donning the shield of denial,
A helmet with a painted smile.
Bearing, proud, the breastplate of shame.
I willfully mount the steed, untame;
Holding high, for all to see, the crest
Of broken dreams clung to in jest.
Gallantly, I charge into the joust
On hope, so easy and often doused;
Braving the onslaught of sorrow,
Prestigiously gaining tomorrow.
Carrying home a prize that none would share,
Over the battlefields of despair.
To celebrate, alone, in toast and feast
(If but for today), a conquered beast.
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
But dreams - of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die: