From Within

 

From deep in the depths

of my darkest nightmares.

She screams my name.

Intense it fills me with pain,

that piercing wail

in the midnight stillness.

My illness.

She sings in a voice only I can hear.

One that I Fear.

 

She is not always present,

goosebumps announce her presence.

When she is there, anxiety grows,

from within she lets me know.

Gripping my skin with icy fingers.

It's like my world is ending,

her will is not for bending.

 

From deep down in the pit of my soul

she gurgles my name.

A hurtful sound points out every spit letter,

every spilt drop of blood,

every split lip I've ever worn,

every black eye that has marked my face.

To make me look deep inside,

she holds the mirror from which I hide.

 

She has me tearing at worn skin

from underneath, she whispers words,

taunting.

She saunters in with a swing,

builds me up to feel like a king,

before knocking me down,

like the jester I am.

 

Depression is her name.

She comes when things are dire.

She loves to play her little game,

makes my brain misfire.

She likes to make me doubt,

takes my happy thoughts

and throws them out.

Sometimes we get along,

just not when she sings her hateful songs.

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle