Depression

The long days stretch the disenchanted mind,

Tearing it apart with loneliness

Which not even the years' created friendships

Will heal.

 

But a streak of evening light

Softens the harsher day

And lightens remembrance

Of what has been,

Until the dusk fades quietly

Into the nothingness of night

And turmoil gives way

To peace.

 

October 1976