D - Dig

Dragged through the dirt; your defender You once deemed me a dependent, now demeaned and discarded despite I delivered Disposed of; drowning in your ditch detaining the debris of much deeper dilemmas Distracted for days Your destined departure, a deceptive directive to disband with no decency to declare your decision Dispelling all divinity, destroying your dignity Desperately decoding each direction; detach the doubts from the definite or demand a dream till I deteriorate Daring to dive into my desolate dome and disengage the demons daunting me My defense is devotion against the dark and devouring depression Deadlocks defused and the damage dissipates, drifting till duality finds design or divides