It’s a terrible thing
To wake in the morning
And feel you don’t want to get up
I don’t mean that childhood laziness
My sister Tricia bottom in the air
Head in the pillow
Just leave me there
No – depression I mean
Its deadly grip
Has drained all your spirit
Eyes don’t want to look
Banish the light
Just stop the clock
Dead while alive
Can’t read a book
Want to do nothing
Nothing to do
A hell hole a prison
There’s you only you
Escape from this dungeon
I did – had the key
The key is in counselling
To trust someone with me
To open a floodgate
One sentence will do
The pus comes outpouring
Say hello now to you
These days I wake up
Not jumping for joy
But gradually grateful
I am here to enjoy
The day that I’m given
And the spirit to be
A grateful receiver
Rejoice now with me
Brian Fahy
20 October 2021
Erris Poetry 