My friend, Depression
I know you.
I've always known you.
You're with me unfailingly.
You go where I go, an endless cycle.
A carousel at a fair, you are.
But you don't play fair.
You are a virus, a cadaverous plaque.
You attach yourself to me and wait until I am alone to slink yourself into my veins.
I live and breathe you, like poisonous gas.
I can feel you in the corner of the dark, blank room.
Waiting for a smile to appear on my face, so you can force it into a frown and paralyze my thoughts.
Hovering, watching, and waiting for me to pour onto the floor, so you can pretend to help pick me back up.
I am suffocating in you.
I can't breathe the clean air I use to breathe anymore
I'm chained to my inevitable grieve, and you have the key.
But I am too weak to fight back to you.
So I will wait until you, my dearest friend, feel like the damage is done.
My friend, Depression.
Copyright © Taylor Alexander | Year Posted 2021
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