Depression

Horrors of dark
Depression rising to the surface
Engulfing the warmth of comfort
In its chilly, coarse, subtle yet vivid grasp

Lonely and cold
Blunt and bold
Unfeeling and thoroughly hurt
Within and without
Not present and completely here

Calm and at peace
While being pained and anxious
In equal parts
Fighting to remain
Combating the other

I want to be alone
And I want to be with you
I want to hear your voice
And I need the silence
In the dark of this light

Understand the pain I refuse to speak
See the strain I cannot show
Light the candle in your corner
Tempt me with your soothing warmth
Remove me, draw me out of this dark of horror

(c) Shaziane