Depression Sings
I will not be constrained within the arms of depression
So I push myself away from her
Rise from the bed
Wipe the smell of her from my limbs
I do not look back
lest I be turned to stone
She lays on the bed with her Medusa smile
Singing her siren's song
"Come to me, let me pleasure you
feel my softness
dive into my darkness."
My mind
Pauses
Craves
I'm drawn to her whisper
Longing to suckle at the breasts of her iniquity
Too wrap myself in pleasuristic pain
seeking solace
comfort
I cry to the heavens
deliver me from my demon
Do not allow her to devour me
Help me to crave a new light
I emerge renewed
cleansed
revitalized
Seeing beyond the lesser me
left in a state of thanks on bended knee
Light floods
The shadows flee
I have escaped
She didn't win
I was meant to be free
The other self was never me
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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