Russell G. Robison


Depression is a thing that
I have faced most everyday
It’s something that I carry
That will just not go away

It takes the wind out of my sails
And pushes me towards night
Some days are such a struggle
As I try to find some light

I’ve stood at the abyss and
Once I tried to leave this place
But friends stood in the breech
And pulled me back into the race

Conflicting thoughts compounding
In an angry overflow
Caught up inside a whirlwind
Of too much of what I know

Was told that I’d be fine
But they can’t look inside and see
That someday this depression’s
Going to be the death of me