Marshlands in my Mind

depressive thoughts
swamp the dank mire
of my mind
I struggle to escape
but, like quicksand
I just sink faster
as they multiply
and expand
hauling dry land
into the bog
hopeless
I fear constancy
with no respite
from the dragging
sinking feeling 
gloomy reflections of
grey-green sludge
colour and dull the light 
no glimmer of hope
no release from
the marshlands in my mind

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