George Carlon
Rescued from Depression
It was a time of profound loneliness
in the reality of disappearance,
I had forgotten many emotions
when my consciousness was lost.
I didn't speak of my storms
for lack of tears,
some battles resurfaced
when dawn appeared.
Between the nights I find reconciliation
by overcoming my sad insomnia,
warm colors become therapy
in a love that had returned.
To exist does not mean decline
in the melody of a romance,
because now it is blue
when I found my spring.
