This War

mind

You come with hopes to destroy

Everything that I hold dear

Looking to take my joy

A struggle builds, my wall tatters

War injures without mercy 

Until nothing matters

Shattered, broken and also maimed

I’m no longer of a sound mind 

A victory you’ve claimed

My defenses you have torn asunder

Coming in you take your fill

My mind you plunder

Your tenticles reaching in, attack

Find the weakest parts of me

On them you’ll snack

Until I’m just a broken, empty vessel

Nothing but a worthless shell

With darkness I wrestle

Depression is a well trained opponent

This war continues for my mind

One day I hope to own it©

by Mac

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 Comments

Filed under Depression, poetry

4 responses to “This War

  1. A war that feels like it will never end. 😦

  2. But you WILL own it. You’re stronger than you feel. 🙂

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