Depression
shadowed monsters lurk
gripping hold in darkness of my conscious
waxing and waning anguish
again and again
I cannot understand
crack of the whip lashes a merciless fever
it dances round laughing
roars foul shrills of lies
cold, convulsing
under waves of doom
groveling
in wrenching tears before its master
blind by the salty sea breaking, eroding, marring
unveiling every inch of my frame
its holocaust of fire yells in loud outburst
I’m dying inside
I don’t need anyone
I don’t want to feel anymore
my arms are wide
angels unfold your wings and help me on my way
2/27/2018
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018
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