Insidious

I don’t know exactly when it started

Where it came from or even why

But what matters is that it’s here

And it’s never going to die

 

It sneaked in undetected

It made itself at home

And not until too late

Did it make its presence known

 

So seductive

Yet destructive

Prescriptive

And vindictive

 

It silently crept up on me

Slowly it infected me

Over time infested me

 

Now it feeds upon my memories

Feasts on my ability to feel

This depression will not leave me

Until there’s nothing left to steal

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6 Comments

    1. Thank you. It certainly helps when prompted with such a powerful word, and the daily struggle has been more pronounced today. Which is, for better or for worse, when seem to write best.

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