Depression

Shadows displayed in my memory case
Locked in the vaults fallen below
On top a pedestal looking at stalled movement
Climbing out of the whole

Ahead of me lies a road
It's the one on which I travel
Behind is the same trail
In which I have traveled

I feel.. scrawled into the snow
There is little answer in this quiet
There is little content in this silence
That something within stands alone

In a station awaiting a train
A train whose cancellation has come to pass
Looking out into the musty station
Awaiting the train yet to come

Mercury in my spectacles
Outside are flurries of snow
Above me are the storms of stars
Of lives between and specimens

On this path of polar opposites
My trailing feet have wandered between
I have noticed a pattern that has gotten me far
One step after the next, one step at a time