Journy to be made

The darkness clouds around
Like an anchor on my shoulders
this journy making me wary.
The tunnel long.

The night starless.
the day so gray
as the rain falls.
The thunder has lightned.
But the strorm still here.

How I yern for this deppression
to go away.
This anxity haunting me.
Daily.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
Before I go insane.

This depression and anxiity
brings me down.
Even though I can see the light.
It is so far out of reach.
but there it is
none the less.
Help me make it to the end of the dark tunnel