On a daily basis
I face
This monster
That threatens
To consume me.
Like a psychic Vampyre
Draining my soul
Of energy and words.
Until
A dry out husk
Remains.
So easy
To surrender.
Accepting
My bitter doom
And "Death".
As I drown
In the flash floods
Of tears
Cascading down
My face.
And yet
Somewhere
Within me.
A part
Refuses
To roll over
And accept this.
Semi-annual cycling
Of light and dark
In my soul.
Its claws dug in
For every single cm2
An all out war
With my emotions
The battleground.
As the decades
Take their toll
Upon me.
I cling to
My inner light
And life
In this furious war.
Where
One wrong move
Is death.
In the truest sense.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Right now, am struggling, to keep my head above the "emotional" waters, as my Summertime depression. is digging its claws, into me. One of my consequences, of my semi-annual depressions, is the sharp drop off, in my ability to write anything. Don't be surprise, if you see one or two poems, in a given month, as a result. And, a lack of visitations, by me, as my concentration levels, tank.
