sadness comes

sadness comes.
traveling the crooked paths
  inside my mind....
finding the little peace I have
  and shaking it with insecurity...
finding the scars of old
  and ripping them open again...
sadness visits.

depression comes.
running laps inside the
  corridors of my mind...
finding the little hope I have
  and dissolving it with fear...
finding the open wounds
  and drenching them with heartache...
depression visits.

-Jonathan Johnston


© Copyright 1997 Jonathan E. Johnston


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