A poem by Leonard Pigg
The great gray cloak of depression flowed majestically behind me
A long dark trail of darkness in my wake, like a living shadow
I ignore it, hoping the rest of the world doesn’t notice
My armor protects me, while stifling my interaction with the world
I feel nothing, which is both blessing and curse
Stride on as work calls, family calls, duty beckons
I have become a Knight of the Gray
One who has no time for feelings, nor empathy
Riding forward into a colorful world
Never to appreciate the splendor
Leaving darkness in my wake