Depression

It arrives without warning and others can't see It wears out its welcome immediately An evil spirit, sent from the Devil for sure Not an trace of compassion, not a chance of a cure It swallows my body without my consent It's derived of nothing, but poisonous intent It's wicked and potent, its persistence, hard core A thorn lodged in my side, an invisible sore It's that pain in my heart that can't be explained Saddened and fatigued, physically drained Commonly diagnosed as lazy or rude To avoid humiliation, I tend to allude So I awaken exhausted yet toss and turn all night Just surviving the day is my most difficult fight Occasionally it will loosen its grip on my soul For a moment I am calm and mentally whole Just as I begin to settle and gain my strength back That's when it returns for a surprise attack