BATTLE OF DEPRESSION

Saw him sitting unconcerned then judged wrongly

Judged without first doubting my thoughts.

Assumed he was someone with a higher ego, hence treated him inhumane

I thought to myself, beauty is nothing but deceit when attitude falls below margin.

I condemned him without any possibility of parole.

I was inconsiderate of his emotions and of the battle ground which he was in.

He was a depleted soldier on a battle field.

Fighting depression with its fierce army

Yet, I was inconsiderate of his fears of losing the battle

Forgetting each one of us has different weapons of war we fighting with.

If only he had persisted a little harder in the tunnel of depression

If only those around observed more carefully

And if only I had taken time to know him properly

Then we could have saved a life worth it.

His thoughts weighed him down

Keeping him drowned deep in the ocean of depression

With his wallowing thoughts silently taking his breathe

He was a fighter who had given up too quickly

Given up on his dreams and those he cared for

Overwhelmed by things happening around him

Standing between losing himself and how much he could take

But sadly, the thought losing himself crept in.

without considering the feelings of his loved ones he surrendered to the enemy.