Depression brings a friend today,

                                        Anxiety appears—

She manacles my cortex;

Chains of dreaded doubt,

Flogging me with worry,

                                  Frustration—no way out

Her cuts are pure precision

Tormenting my each thought,

She walks away,

Depression stays, he says he’ll help me out.

Dragged into the void again where I was before,

I plead and beg for mercy, he laughs and says no more.

Taken to a mirror, I see my former self,

He tortures me relentlessly until I’m someone else.

Anxiety joins in again,

I’m chained upon the floor,

They say that they are waiting,

 A knock upon the door

I lie here in horror for my end is near;

I look into his steely eyes—

His friends all call him Fear.

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samwise     | Author | 2008-03-26 03:20:10 Oh...I so understand where you are coming from. The victims of bravery also have a friend...me. I undersatnd every word. I so, so...know what you mean.

WAdam   | Author | 2008-03-26 08:24:07 Thanks for your comment. This poem runs through the process of depression, building on the delusion ending at the ultimate state fear. Thanks for reading.

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