Thoughts are dancing like bats in the potholes of gray matter. 
Wrought by darkness as I float like a feather. 
Brought with grief burning like triumph. 

Winds cling like a long-lost friend. 
Breathing feels like transporting rubble with each exhale. 
Whispers of melancholy fell like benign raindrops. 
Fall on the ruptured heart. 
Nostalgia haunts my bone-tired soul. 

Tears rain down, 
Seeking Noah's Ark, 
Yet only drowning in torment, 
As depression's signs lead astray.