Have you ever been to Depression Land?
Where men are friends of loneliness
Argue with their thoughts;
Dancing in their heads

A place where condemnationcomes like ghost
Whispering aloud your weaknesses
When no one else is hearingthe rumbling of its silent echoes
Belittling endless efforts

A place where men dangle in a stream of hopelessness,
And eroding contentment of their own progress
From tears flowing violently out of their peaceful eyes;
Blurring their views on a better tomorrow

A place where jolly sadness
Chewsontoself-esteems
Like a baby’s food
And getting drunk from the strength of the mind

A Street full with free prisoners
Lock up in their thoughts.
Where there is no bailing out
A place where happiness is a stranger;
Alwayson a fast train.
Pain is an unwanted guest in these parts;
For shecrumbles the worlds of strong men under her foot.

Suicide is an attractive vampire
Swaying like Tarzans
Around and around like a stripper
Wanting to place aseducing kiss of betrayer on fools’ neck.

But a travel star to success
Marches with confidence
Like a mustard seed
Through Depression Land.

© ISAAC T. TAMBA