Literature
Depression
It's taking it's hold again,
that darkness.
It's trying to tear me down,
that pain.
It wants me dead,
that feeling.
It won't allow me happiness
that sadness.
It holds me back from my dreams,
that fear.
It won't allow me to see the future,
that memory.
It can't let me be free,
that prison.
It won't let me see the sun,
that rain.
It wants my soul,
that reaper.
It eats my brain,
that parasite.
It hardens my heart,
that ice.
It tears me apart,
that emotion.
It keeps me up at night,
that scar.
It leaves me lost,
that compass.