Depression

Depression is like an open door.

Allowing dark thoughts to enter,

Flowing through my jumbled mind

Like wine through a decanter.

It is a threatening, evil beast
Whispering of no tomorrows,
No one can truly understand
The feeling of eternal sorrows.

I have long ago lost my last hope
That I will live a normal life,
Not when the hungry demon
Continues to feast of my strife.