My poetry

Depression

Depression

In this world I wait,

In this world is everlasting hate,

So bad that you can't draw breath,

And you await a merciful death,

Not much can effect you,

Not even age,

But what does effect you is blinding rage,

You get covered in a shawl of night,

You're cloaked in a shrouding mist,

That from your body it does sap your fight,

And you can't be helped,

Not from this demon,

Not from its malice fist,

It traps you and consumes your body,

Eats away at your life,

And possesses your mind,

You can't be helped,

Not from this demon,

Never will it be kind,

So in this world I wait

In this world is everlasting hate,

I crawl into a ball,

And I accept my tortured fate.