The Gentle Abyss
Blue in me, and me in blue; a poem about depression.
The inky blue of the sea,
Somehow it calls out to me.
The ocean of Homer be,
My loss, my gain; being empty.
Swirl upon swirl, in the deep
Have all the secrets that I could keep.
I dwell upon it while I sleep,
While the blue doesn't make a peep.
Yes I know this color well,
I've lived in it for quite a spell,
How long in the future I cannot tell,
I have bought what it does sell.
Yet the blue is among the rain,
And while this blue does cause me pain,
I know that does cause my gain,
And will wash out the deepest stain.