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