Depression; The Lesson

I,
am a blank-
dark ocean.

A canvas,
always stirring- with
chaotic-like emotions.

My stormy waters,
so utterly blue.
Created and aligned,
with such, multi-faceted hues.

Like a
pseudo-steel wall.

Deep currents,
are so easily
succumbed- to the
ever taunting falls.

Molded, the crafty fluidity
of my liquid-like,
rises.

Then, the low drops.
After, a final night's
full surmises.

Moonlight, reflects-
the only thing, so clear.

Life's giant mirror, shining-
my sins and misdeeds;
back with, the heavy fear.

These lessons, harshly turned.

Always ending
through fire's,
glowing burn.