The Battle.

A poem about the silent battle that millions of people face daily. Unable to talk about it and suffering silently for fear of becoming an outcast, or being mocked for admitting that they can't cope!

The Battle.

Every morning as I wake,
I take the field and wait.
The unseen enemy is ever present,
As into the turmoil I descend.

I know that I am not alone,
Too far from help I am condoned.
The silent battle behind these eyes,
Distress of life we try to disguise.

Behind a dozen fake smiles I hide,
Amused by the fraud my angers rise.
The silent assailant slowly seeps,
Through brain and body becoming great.

With eyes that hunt the ravaged soul,
Destroying hope and health the goal.
Anxiety at the smallest slight,
That is what gives my enemy might.

To find a day the battle wanes,
The enemy deep inside my brain.
Depression will linger long and slow,
To battle hard takes all my fight.