Madness

A poem about depression rearing its ugly head again last night

The madness within rises up

I feel his grip tighten round my heart,

A knot forming in my chest

It feels as if he is pulling me down,



Pulling me down to his fiery depths,

Torturing me with his misery

There is nothing I can do to stop him

Nothing I can do to hold him off



He wraps his dark cloak around me,

So I cannot see the light of day

Forcing all his bad thoughts in

I must be losing my mind again



I can feel his hot breath on my skin,

I want all his agony to leave,

For the pain and grief to go away

For all the madness to end