An Invisible Enemy

One on of my passing bouts with depression before understanding the full potency of it's grip.

There is an immense lump in my throat, I've reasoned myself into a wall,
Trying to stand so brave, pretending to be so tall
I can tower above all
The sadness that is lurking,
Stalking me, each time I think I am free.

I see it's shadow crawling toward me
And I can't put my finger, on just one good reason
I only sense, the wind is blowing,
It is rattling the window panes
I try to ignore the silent darkness,
To just pretend that I do not feel the rain.

Author's Note

One of those fleetingly graphic sensations for anyone who has struggled with the invisible foe of depression and anxiety.