Victory?


It's back again
That foul, evil demon
Known to me all to well as
Depression

It sits
Pokes and prods my mind
Runs around and shrieks
Disguising the last bits of sanity I have left

It echo's
Die, die, die, do it now
Knowing that in these weakest moments
I am vulnerable

Little does it know
The one POWER I hold over it is words
Words that at times can soothe and words that at times
Can cut like a razor through air

I have finally realized
(Through many attempts at it's echo's)
That the end is not mine to take
It is God's to give

Agony, Pain, Hatred and Fear
Unmoving and unforgiving grab me
Knowing all to well that their patience
Can be my demise

I fight with all I have left
Screaming in terror in my own mind
Begging for the conclusion
Of this insidious game of Mental Hell

Little by little the madness eases
It oozes from me in glowing drops of crimson
I see the madness pooling at my feet
At last, I have won this game of depression

I laugh hysterically
I have won, I have won my voice screams
Why with victory though, do I see my friends crying eyes?
And with that last thought, my coffin is closed


© James D. Merwin
March 14, 2001 5:35 am