Dicdative ' DEPRESSION IS...'

Depression is like a rotten banana,
to a child sprouting beneath the earth
into brown yam tubers.
It emerges like fabled masquerades into a soul
it images showing as disdainful look.

A Cascade of chlorophyll has a future to play
but a hole of depression damns its future's play.
As dry as an ocean, spits out in disgustful ray.

The rainbow in the sky,
doting Yellow on a hopeful throttle.
It has rounded its colourful expectation to vanity.

Depression has a name,longingly as a gaze lingers,
pacify its rumbling belly.
As  the journey goes, adventure moves on,
as life goes, perfectionism is growing.

A doctor who knows how to inject souls with depression
has a destiny to hold in life without any segmentation.

Abduwaheed Sofiullahi.

This piece tells its readers how depression continues to swim in the reality of living . Every part of life hold depression at it side.