NEMESIS

I've always thought of depression as a dark, hooded visitor - one who comes, spends some time, then goes.

I met Nemesis
as a young woman teetering
on society’s high heels
In youthful arrogance
I brushed off the signs
of his arrival

My hooded visitor
came from behind
giving me such a scare
Tremors shook as
foundations once solid
cracked, revealing expanses
of unknown territory

Alone and blinded
I felt my way along flimsy walls
through dark corridors
 
I needed an ally
so Nemesis became a lifeline
while I wondered,

Why me?

I peered out from my window prison

watching familial chains loosen

and marvelled at

masked impressions on glass

 

Though I survived each strange alliance

in the telling, the fear is revived

and each time he comes, I ask

“Why are you here?” 

He lowers the hood and smiles,

like the devil with a kill

sighing like winter fog

 

Unhurried, he replies,

“It defies answer”

Reviews

[Omikron]

I like the beginning of the poem, how you introduce "Nemesis", however I have a hard time following through the rest of the poem, might be because od the advanced language (English is not my mother tongue). I like how the poem is more of a story, but in a poetic layout.
Keep it up. :)

// O

[GypsyMoonCat]

Thanks Omikron :)