I Dig Again

		This is my depression: 
		Life is temporarily grey.
		Things that usually would not bother,
		Infuriate me.
		I cannot see what society wants of me,
		I cannot even see what my friends want of me.
		My mind is blank as I wander through life.
		Lethargy insinuates my body,
		Rich foods call me - 
		It all only digs my hole deeper.
		I sit down in my hole,
		I have no energy left,
		No reason left to attempt
		A clamber up those ever steeper sides.
		I lie down in my hole.
		The hole will dig or fill as life dictates,
		I have given up trying to dictate it.
		This is my depression,
		Life is continually 
		Any shade of grey.