Depression

sometimes I feel you lurking there
near the corner of my conscience
the part of me that is aware
I feel you and sometimes see you
that dark shadowy form that you have
the way that you flit around my psyche
trying not to be seen clearly
until you are ready to pounce upon me
which you often do in my sleep
giving me dreams that hurt
making me relive past pains
waking me sometimes with your sharp bite
I feel you lurking there now
and I try not to sleep
for I am tired of the ache
tired of the old game
that you and I play
I have the better of you
most often during the day
when the sun shines into my eyes
and I can feel better things more strongly
but in the darkness you try to come
filling me with the old despair
that no one can ever understand
unless they too have had a great loss
and felt the knife of betrayal
deep within their heart
but I will fight on with you
my enemy my nightmare
my Depression