Depression

Every time depression visits me
I welcome it
It sleeps and wrapped up
in a cold bed
Fall asleep.. I cover it with my smile
and admit
i did overcome it.
This time
knocked my door trembling
when not finding
the plasant warm bed
slept in between my ribs
A bed is diffrent from another
I dragged it
pulling the hair
but stucked to me
And shouted in anger :
If you cut me into pieces
I wont leave.

Tarek
19/5/2009