Depression in Pieces

Sadness comes from an empty nowhere,
And hover over you like a dirty embrace!
Speechless, for you know not who is this,
To this scattered soul, let's give a drop of love!

Shall I hold your palm for this hour,
That you pray in this garden for a cure!
We are awake to wake up without a night,
We are asleep with a sleep that we think!

You grab me tight to feel my flesh,
As you tussle with robbery and theft,
Of every unknown force on your flesh,
And O' God, your last grip of life in my flesh!

You see that the thugs have left the scene,
And the myriad of a melancholic drama done,
You ease your breath, with a hush so deep,
And beg for light, as you sleep on my chest!

Soon you chuckle with smile,
Speak to my ears,
Pretending to be strong,
Slying my eyes, that you played it a trick.
Soon I pretend that I can't fall asleep,
And grab your flesh like a baby in travail,
And you rock me to sleep,
Like a newly born mother to my soul!