Fighting the Good Fight

A dimming light foreshadows the night, 

The pain once bright 

Now black. 

 

And the moon may rise quickly, 

But not fast enough, 

So I'm lost in this forever darkness. 

 

Eternity stretches, 

I'm lost in myself. 

I'm thrashing, 

Drowning… 

 

I'm losing strength, 

Losing my mind, 

Losing the fight. 

 

A dimming light foreshadows the night.

 

And the moon may rise quickly,

But never fast enough;

Again, I will be lost in

Eternal fright.

 

Reviews

[CookieMisfit1969]

You're not alone. I feel this everyday. the hopelessness of depression. It feeds on your happiness and whatever is left of you. It scares you.

But the best part is never giving up, no matter how hard life gets. :)

[The Iron Horseman]

Very nicely done. You convey a sense of despair and desperation in haunting terms that conjure dark mental images.

[Elyralune]

Thanks for your perspective, it's different seeing what others think about my work