It's that time of the year! I have spent my day completing my tax return and, before long, will have to part with a large sum of money - I dare not think what the government will waste it on.

Today's poem is nothing - I repeat, nothing - to do with me. It was inspired by a conversation I overheard and is my take on life through the eyes of a depressive.

Nothing

Yesterday came and went
Today is fading fast
Who knows what tomorrow will bring
Or if it will be my last

There seems to be no reason
To struggle out of bed
I’m strangled by indecision
A nightmare spinning round my head

The doctor says it’s nothing
And nothing is what I feel
If only my life were a dream
And not so disappointingly real