When we turn 20 we begin to feel something.

A feeling stronger than the rest.

It starts small in the chest,

A pulse, vibration, a flash

It gets bigger, fast for some

Growing and overwhelming

All the rest.

Most get light, positive colors

Yellow joy, pink affection,

Lavender love and gorgeous sunny happiness

Their lives are set, they can give

Their positivity to others

I guess I’m not so lucky

Heavy and dark with vibrations

of blue.

I’m depression incarnate,

Sadness and pain

Melancholic and yet

while my prospects are bleak

It feels right.

Not all darkness is bad

But I could still fail

to make a living.

Why would someone need sadness?

 

(To be continued)