Goodbye Letter To a Lost Friend
An effort to understand the intrinsic struggle of those with depression:
Oh reason,
Guide and comfort me.
Save me from this ghastly parasite,
This hermit who lives in our mind’s recess
Who denies us sleep at night.
Who scratches and tears at our will
Clings to it with putrid bones,
Leaves us completely helpless
As our body sobs and moans,
Who when you conquer heroically,
But temporarily of course,
Scurries back to our mind’s dark cavities
Feeling no guilt and no remorse.
Only to return
To prey upon our fears once more,
Taking pleasure in confounding us
Because our elation he abhors.
Though our mind erects his dungeon’s walls
It’s instead he that has us confined,
Imprisoned in a greater cell:
Achlys’ state of mind.
The glint in his eye still reflects
Our mind’s concoctions back at me,
But today’s the final time
He will detain my liberty
Now I break free,
From the metal with which we are tied,
And my claim to my own thoughts
Can no longer be denied.
No binding chains can match me now,
Not even my own anger sadness or fright,
Goodbye old friend, I bid you well;
I take my life tonight.
Copyright © Sam Kibble | Year Posted 2016
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