The Manic Growth of Depression

He is outside my house
Looking at me through every window
Every crack
He watches my every move
And I can feel his presence like the heat from my fireplace
His body grows and drapes over my house
As if a dome
The lights go off one by one
Until the only guides I have are his eyes and toothy grin
Still watching
Still bearing down on me

There is nothing left for me to do but hide
Except he is smarter than me
He seeps through every opening
No matter the size
He floods my house
He touches everything
All of my belongings
Every picture on the wall
Until he is inches from my face staring into my eyes
He consumes my body
And left to rest are my bones

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