Savage

January 16th, 2019

My depression is dormant
Resting in hibernation
But it stays consistent
Like the seasonal migration
It’s like a wild animal
Waiting to pounce
It’s trying to take over
But I won’t renounce
It sneakily slithers
When I’m unaware
And nothing can save me
From my psychological warfare
So I self destruct
And I start a stampede
I might be beaten down
But I refuse to concede