Depressed Soul -1
Place of resting has sorrow found in my heart
Has not moments of laughter fled me?
This poor vulnerable heart
Your pain has come out as water
In the vision hole
Men did call it tears
The over flow of it
Has wet dry grounds.
Depression and loneliness has crowned my soul
The prophet of thought has drained me dry.
yet! bow not to depression
Though the cheers of friends could steal but little.
If death will call again
Do be at my door
Should there be found a dropp of smile, in my after world.
John Collins Areyayefa