Righteous, righteousness

I have been working on this poem and it often changes but the "depression my friend no greater sadness will I experience agian" is constant. I have been asked if the who's poem and what is the title name.

I named  my poem today. I will call it " I was righteous once"

It is interesting how the minds ability to create is so hinged on the emotions of the heart.

What is this that the body feels, and the mind must struggle to part.

I just have this breath I am sure and it passes through my heart.