Dark Tunnels of Depression

A warm blanket

Suffocating

But oddly comfortable

Lack of motivation

No willpower

Empty and meaningless

A long dark tunnel

With no end in sight

Only car on the road

The fear of the unknown

Where is the end

When will more cars come

Deep down

Understanding

This is only temporary

But when thoughts go existential

Understanding is overshadowed by the fear of eternity

And the paradox of infinity and nothing

Endlessly traveling

Between tunnels and open air

Cycling in and out

Some tunnels are shorter than others

And some open air is overcrowded

Not sure where the road is headed

Or where I’m going

I lost the directions

And I’m running out of gas