Creature

My depression is a creature of opportunity 

Stalking my every move 

Intercepting my every thought 

Waiting for a moment of weakness 

A moment of isolation

To slither back into my psyche. 

Sapping up all of my creativity, 

My motivation

My joy

Slowly draining the life out of me 

Until I am left as a shell of the human I once was. 

The creature then slithers back out 

Leaving me empty and alone

Waiting for its window of opportunity again.

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