Delving into the deep, dark dungeon, depression creeps in, clinging tightly. You are not alone; I am with you now I will hold you tight and won't let go.
This is a poem I wrote as a young soldier serving in the British Army. It's not quite on the theme of mental health, but it represents the emotional impact that training had only me.
Drowning in tears without crying. Sitting motionless, Drowning silently in a room full of tears. Just sitting, unable to cry.
Reaching through the darkness, searching for light. Nothing is visible, even though it's not night.....