Depression

Depression settles low Like a damp winter fog Enveloping me It's cold tendrils reaching out Wrapping me in their grip Squeezing Until I am fighting for every breath My lungs burn they struggle to expand The shallow rise and fall of my chest Disguising the panic That bubbles up Threatening to explode My hands Clench Tighter and tighter Until nails cut through skin The pain is a relief Distracting me momentarily From the inner turmoil Until another wave Overwhelms me Forcing a moan from my lips I close my eyes And contemplate the abyss in front of me The deep black nothingness Beckons And taunts Offering an escape From the crushing loneliness That is Depression