_Despondency_

His fountain pen made

Quiet scratching noises as he

Scrawled out poems on

The yellowing pages

Of his precious notebook.

He wrote tragically sad poems,

Especially when he was feeling

Depressed.

He used to let people read his poems,

But they started to get

More personal as he spiralled

Further into depression, and at the

One point he was

Tightrope-walking

On the line between sanity and insanity,

His poems were so dark

And twisted, if people

Had seen, they would have sent him

Off to a mental hospital.

But gradually, he started to

Drift further away from...

Psychosis, and closer to

Complete and utter despondency

Again.