Depression

In it creeps as the rain hits my ceiling.
Slithering across the black abyss, fast.
“Leave”, I am pathetically pleading.
It hears me, smiles, and over my body its shadow is cast.

It rises. Terrifying. Magnificent.
Suddenly it is all that I can see.
“Go, I beg you!” I say, munificent.
It stops. Surveys me. Then laughs with great glee.

It inhales.
Savours my anxiety. Its delicacy.
Dribbling.
and drooling.
It cannot resist.
It ends this celibacy.
It becomes me.
My body is possessed by this ghoul.

My blood converted to inky sticky tar.
My body tattooed with angry black scars.
Everything I am is now overpowered.
The parts that make me human, devoured.

I am depression; depression is me.
It is Goliath, solid. Unmoving.
David has no capacity to flee.
This disease terminal. No improving.

I am depression; depression is me.
Prisoner to my mind. I’ll never be free.
Resistance is pointless, there is no escape.
My body, lifeless, for this jinn to rape.