Poem by Mrs A Mdaka

Depression is my name

Depression knows my name!

It knows every details

Even my weight down to scale!

It seems to know the route to my

happiness

As it calls me in my sleep

following my dreams as they go 

deep

it feeds off my life support

and because of this, I know my life 

will be short

They don't understand me. You see

and what we don't understand we attack

killing everything about it that

sccares you

bit by bit if fades away

Until nothing but sadness and

damned faces are left

All thanks to theft

that came and swept away all

problems

Permanent hybernation and all its

glory

But as the struggle against

depression grows

more than not knowing who is the 

stronger

There is one thing that I can't stand any

longer

and that is...

In all the fairness and in all the truth

one question remains the same

Oh Great Depression!

How do you know my name?!!!!!!!!