An Episode
Turmoil all around
Flows silently through my head
Priorities long gone
Not knowing what to dread
Drowning in thought
That I do not recognize
Feelings of depression
Often creep in with disguise
It starts by disrupting my sleep
I doze every now and then
When I awaken, I question
Was it a dream or truly been
Next comes eating
I don't care if I do
What good is it anyway
This should serve as a clue
Of the impending crash
Brings to me feelings of doom
Quick as can, I slam shut
The door to my room
Five days later, hungry
Frightened and cold
I crawl out of my room
Never feeling so old
The sun is out
Head starts to clear
Gone now is the fear
Most likely, I'll make it another year