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


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



    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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