Spider

Depression is like the big, black spider, Sitting upon its web, glistening with the very tears of my sorrow. It lurks in the darkest of my thoughts, And pierces my broken heart, Penetrating, and leaking in its poison. The fear it casts is known, Though it’s time to strike is not. It sits in the darkest corner of my mind, Feeding on the despair in my heart. And when it gets strong enough, All it will take is one wrong step, One step, for my thoughts to walk into that dark corner, Where the spider lurks. And the spider will strike, Piercing me with those poisonous fangs, Filled with the poison of my own emotions. The spider will strike, and all will be lost. I will fall forever into that dark corner, Until the poison from my own mind, Will be enough to bring my suffering to an end. And it will be there, that the web of my tears will dry, And that very spider will die.