Depression is a parasite
Which eats away your consciousness
Your knowledge can be erudite
Yet the despair pit is bottomless

Ignores your own prestige or wealth
Stalks rich and poor impartially
While questioning your mental health
Which fuels the cruel despondency

It haunts the living both young and old
Its gloom pervades not only friends
It kills when it is uncontrolled
A cancer to the bitter end

There is no cure by alcohol
Though try we might for that impasse
Our life’s court is judgemental
We’re charged guilty, as one, en masse

If you’ve not suffered from this disease
We tell you without disrespect
Please save us from your ‘expertise’
Accept the cause of self neglect

So we strive for life’s great cure
And we might think our cause sublime
But one things absolutely sure
The hand which trumps ‘the blues’ is time

Stephen Holland

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depression-205/