You cannot close
A door with broken hinge
Through it still
Depression clings
Its piercing eye
Its grabbing hand
Always lurking
Prepared to stand.
To enter day
Or sleepless night
An ever present foe
With steely might
Into thoughts
Of negative time
It moves but freely
Like flowing wine.
You cannot block
Thoughts that pound
It lingers still
Within sight and sound
Its best to leave
The beast to prowl
Till sunshine arrives
Gone the cloud.