My Cancer

A Poem by H.N.Seal

if I was asked to describe depression in one word, that word would be cancerous.
For it slowly kills you. Takes away the light in your eyes and leaves with nothing. You wither away day by day until you are only bones. For its a sickness that may go away but isn't forever gone. You live in a fear of the disease returning to steal the world you once again fought to build back up. Only for it to be knocked right down. For my body maybe fine but my mind is slowly dying. My cancer has again returned with the disease that are my thoughts.