DEPRESSION:

Put me into the white room, where all is benign,

Where, of this cruel world, there is no given sign,

No cruelty, no sounds, no wars, nor loud voices,

A place of calm, with no need for made choices.

 

A room with no décor, just an empty white space,

Four whitened walls, with no snarling worldly face,

Where lonely & lonesome, mingle as best of mates,

And demons merely visit, in untimely festive spates.

 

White room, where there´s silence, order & quiet peace,

Where the sad world as I know it, knows how to cease,

Walls I´ll daub pink one day, hopefully, long before I die,

If I run out of paint, just give me wings, with which to fly.