Depression

Gnashing, rotting teeth, gnawing all hope,
Gaping, dark mouth swallows my strength.
Odorous heat brings red blush to my face;
Words become stinging whips in this place.
No measure may be made of its length,
For time is lost on this slimy slope.

Worms of doubt now inhabit my mind,
Leaving in passing decomposed light.
Whispers come to my ear, bringing fear,
Loosing my grasp on sanity so dear.
My only thought becomes my swift flight,
Running, even though I am quite blind.

In this hell there is but selfishness,
Sullenly stealing Gods greatest gift.
All grace hidden from my dim sight,
Unable to lead me home by its light,
I am left like chaff that the winds sift,
Until loves hand offers forgiveness.

Gently taking away all shame.