POEM by RHONDA

Tis the season I'm not jolly
the sadness seems to stay
my medication, though taken daily;
does not take the gloom away.

I don't know how to face tomorrow.
Or will the sun to come out.
I don't know how to sleep in the dark.
as my nightmares shout.

It seems the boogey man
exists only to scare me.
For he is the voice echoing in my head,
screamning, "ELIMINATE THEE!!"