October 7, 2012
By Anonymous

The monster in us grows,
just a little, with every
footstep on the pavement,
every breath puffed into the frosty
night air, stemming
from the icy chill of the
long-gone heart.

I feel it, sometimes.
I fear it, sometimes,
in the dead of night it beckons,
I must surrender, it says
So I blast the radio a little louder
and return on my merry way.

Some days, when the light is gone again,
I wonder what I’ve done to earn
my place in this void
and how much I’d
to break free.

The author's comments:
The other day, a friend told me what it felt like to live with depression. This is my attempt to translate his struggle into verse. Let me know what you think!

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