Depression

A beast that seems to cling

to your very diaphragm

riding up and down

with every painful breath

gnawing and clawing

biting and fighting

to win you over

you try to ignore it

look into the sun hoping to burn it

through your own retinas

you yell "to hell"

hoping the monster spews out

with those words.

The beast rests easy,

nestles in

its bed your scorched innards

its work

the bending and straining of your will

it grows

and rots you from the inside

the only difference from you and a landfill

becomes the smell.

there is no happy ending in sight

the beast fights hard

and even if you can fight it off

your innards are scorched

you are already used to the gnawing and clawing,

biting and fighting

in every breath

that it hurts when it is not there.

Is there any repair?

or do we ignore the wreckage

as much as we tried to ignore the beast?