The day is too beautiful to be inside in
The worlds of sunlight leaves and distant walkways
Call
But inside deeper than all darkness
The demons play their cruel habitual game
And nothing is seen
But the screaming of one's own dark pain-
Nothing beautiful matters
All the world outside does not exist
Inside where the deepest hell is
There is no escape forever
For the Emptiness one who oneself is-
Shalom Freedman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-depression-poem/
