The Fight
I never know when it’s about to hit
The overwhelming feeling of darkness
I can’t shake it or make it disappear
It is always there.
It drags me deeper into its depth
Holding onto me tighter and tighter
Till it is impossible to breathe or fight
I want to give up.
All I can see and feel is emptiness
It greets me like an old unwanted friend
The darkness is lingering longer than usual
This must be it.
I lay back my mind in a whirlwind
Closing my eyes images flash quickly
Snapshots, moments in time
I can’t give up.
The tears come quietly
I don’t want it to be this way
There is more than this to life
I want to fight.
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