Fear knocks at my front door and the steps of passers by hover over my back door frame ,I feel the fright in their silence , I hear the unappeal a sighs with a glimpse I nod with shame.

grief has been my go to at site of my pillows stare , as conseplation of more tears as notice of happiness filled voices are in the midst of the sun glistened beams and through my window sill the brush of calm air.

I more long to be in the commute of nature's stride and season's bloom , and smell the aroma of Velvet petals ,fresh bedding of grass and adolescents carasimatic day's noon.

In my isolated designation fortress ,I await for better moments , promised days and views of more than just under my rooftop ,and again feel air's brisk and embrace of sun rays .

Depression has opressed apon me and all that I hold dear , faith has faded in to anxious tirany ,and my desire to keep safely beside me all loved ones near.

All alone in this room i see more as a cell , a place no one can hold my hand and say this will pass ,that from a far can not even call , to send my way love and get wells.

Fear has mistaken me for it's own , and lingered apon these sheets far to long. Im awaiting to recover but do not know If this enemy will cease , and...