it. what is it?
it is a dark black cloud hovering in my mind
it is a termite that eats through me till it
is the only thing left
it is an overwhelming urge to release a storm
with an inability to do so, for what if no
one will listen to me when I am afraid?
it is a feeling of utter hopelessness
the feeling that I can do nothing but succumb
to it, that I can’t change it on my own
it is the fear that I may never enjoy the
sunshine again, that I might not make it
over that next mountain I have to climb
it is a thoughtless beast that has pushed
me to the borders of my mind, and shoved
me further down the road of sadness than
I’d like to have gone
it is the ever nagging child constantly
tugging at my arm to get attention
and can never be completely ignored
it is the only definite feeling I have
and I wish it would leave, but
instead it grows inside of me, getting
stranger every single day.
that is what it is.