Sadness is spawn of loss
entropy asks its due
visitor to all mankind
here today and moving on.
Depression on the other hand
spans a life with its demands
beyond the moments found in time
to the roots far out of sight.
Both are seen by the world
on the surface they seem the same
tears may flow from the eyes
fists are raised in voiced despair.
The iceberg is depressionís strength
most is masked beneath the plain
ever present behind the scenes
when eyes are dry and voice serene.
The depth denies the seekerís quest
while the rain may cease to fall
melancholy drowns the core
in the fathoms found below.
Beneath the sea there are monsters
with claws embedded in the soul
no mercy offered except to ask
for the sacrifice of the life.