Depression so clouds the mind
and with it goes the ability to write
The things that once brought me joy
now just harbingers of fright

Motives then one questions
and everyone becomes suspect
To evaluate every outcome
against what one expects

To some this malady fleeting
but many struggle to be free
to escape that cloud of darkness
from the clutches of insanity

Like the aftermath of a fever
so weakened you do find
the body well, but damaged
and also ravaged is your mind

The End

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