Depression


You come knocking my door trying to sneak back.
I'm pushing away trying not to crack.
Almost winning but you have a way.
Trying to seal so my weakness won't reveal.
I'm a step up but your coming close.
You're the fear I fear the most.
Feeling you crawl your way in through the seams I did not mend.
Tiny cracks become Quakes I'm falling in.
It's a dream I cannot wake. If you win Darkness begins.
Locked doors faces No More. Deep sleep for days I'll soon defeat.
Feeling for grails on the wall to guide me. Pushing foward.
Trembling don't care as long as I'm on my feet.

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