Shadows

The costs of depression

Shadows

The curse of the cold darknessI
It draws me in me at times
Threatening to bury me in its toxic shadows.
At times in withdrawn, cold silence
Or in restless, aimless action
Anger and doubt come unbidden
With any frustration or indifference
Bringing sharp words spoken in irritation
To those guiltless but too near.
Other times the unconsidered silence
Speak volumes about my fears.
The answer is inside me -
Wrapped in a cloak of my haunted darkness.
I fight my personal demons
Until battered and weary
I find the fight over for now,
For the moment.