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Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #1413341
A short poem about depression
                                            Depression
                                                by
                                            Bob Hooper


The Blackness lies beneath my feet, leading to hell's cavern
The Blackness is above my head, like a meteor from heaven
The Blackness pushes from the left, and squeezes from the right
And I must fight it all day long, fight with all my might.
And when the day is finished, fight it all the night.
Losing is the only thing that fills my soul with fright.


Someday it whispers, I will win, I will own your soul,
Your mind will disappear, sucked into my black whole.
You have struggled every hour, not a minute of respite
And drugs would be surrender, a tribute to my might.
On and on, unending struggle, a never ending fight
Until, at last, one will win, death or unending night.


I have no hope of heaven, I have no fear of hell
But the darkness waiting for me is my own evil spell.
I climb the same hill all the day, hoping to keep sane
One moments inattention will end with grief and pain
The battle with in me rages, again and once again
If I am sane the day I die, then I can shout, I win.
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