For Phantoms: A Poem

Depression is infesting the core of my brain,

Like maggots on fruit, It chews through progression and gain.

It hurts as it nibbles and digs through my life,

Numbing and picking away through the night.

Torturing every last living cell.

Decay of life.

A descension to hell.

Morning rises,

But the sun sleeps in.

My old friend, when will I see you again?

You gave me a Shadow,

But now I am him.

Unaffected by any whispers or wind.



I'm a figure.

Nothing more.

One that the light obstructs and obscures.

I move through the feet, and I am Ignored,

By the alive

The depressed are no more.



I'm slipping into it's grip, The life of a phantom.

Hunger dies, darkness is coming at random.

When will the sun start shining in?...

My old friend, it'd be good to see you again.



“And now my life seeps away. Depression haunts my days." Job 30:16