Depression, I am at war with you,
I am Legend, a sword welded in
Fury, steel edged, dipped in glory
And happiness and a Wisdom
Battle hardy from years of warring
You, bloody and gored in the shield wall,
Raging thunder, screaming murder;
'Go! Go! Be gone back to The Badlands' where you belong, but
Depression laughs at me, a face
Ancient, lacking any compassion,
Hacking at my legs, at my hands,
At my face, madly stabbing at my eyes,
Piercing glances darkly penetrating
My mind, my heart racing with the fever
Of war, slows, slows more, then
Settles into a calm resignation beat,
I seemingly defeated, inflate my
Chest and puff out a last, joyous
Killing breath, Depression yells in
Agony, backs a way a little,
Cowering under a dark shawl, where
I......just......cannot.......reach....him
And there he lurks, watching me,
His twisted grin the epitome of
Misery, I
Laugh at him, nervously, for
I know any day we will be
At war, again.
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