A Race Against Depression ~ Poetry
A Race Against Depression
Just when I think I've outrun you
I feel a nip at my heels and the doubt ensues.
Evil fingers of dread grasping for me
A knee in my gut, eyes gouged, I can no longer see.
Darkness stabs at me and reaches inside
A scared little girl runs and she hides.
I don't want the tears, the anger, the sorrow
You play with my heart, my joys you borrow.
I hate that you rent space in my mind
Will it ever happen? Will I ever leave you behind?
Go hunt for others, make them cry and punch the air
Give them sad hearts, strip their souls bare.
Sadness, you drain me and make me feel weak
The light is fading, I feel I must sleep.
Avoiding the laughter. Avoiding the sun.
Avoiding this life, depression you have won.