Blackness

I'm drowning in the blackness,
As it consumes my mind,
Oozing over all I am,
Making my eyes blind.

I cannot see a way out,
From it's treacle arms,
It pulled me in so wholly,
With it's macabre charms.

Solitude and isolation,
That extra hour in bed,
Each one chipped away at me,
Then got inside my head,

Like a cloud of chaos,
It quickly rolled straight in,
I must admit, I didn't help,
I gave up and let it win.

Vice like tendrils pull me,
Shredding my frail brain,
To scatter all I know and love,
Into the air like rain.

Bony fingers clasp hard,
At my final hope and light,
Small pieces of me fade away,
It's denying me my fight.

Suddenly it's every look,
Smile and even call,
Makes the tide of sorrow overfill,
Consuming me and makes me fall.

I am submerged completely,
There is no way to see,
Who I was, or a way out,
Just a husk is left of me.

Hollow and so lowly,
It fills up too easily,
Pushing out my very soul,
Until I am no longer me.

This blackness is depression,
I have to say it's name,
To stand a hope of being whole,
of being me again.

By Becky Clemett 04/04/18

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