Gloom

It curls its mitts around my throat
And threads its doubts into my veins
With hungry snarls it softly gloats
And all my struggles are in vain

I suffocate, yet cannot fight
I move but still its grip will stay
And if I don't wake up tonight
Perhaps my monsters went away

For this is how my days begin
A heavy coffin full of smoke
And every breath that I take in
My lungs will sputter, shake, and choke

My mouth is full of ash and wool
And fingers tremble in my sleep
I wish the world was far less cruel
But what I've lost I cannot keep

My sanity was first to go
I lost it to the falling snow
For when the ground all turned to white
I could not fall asleep at night

Next confidence deserted me
And I heard quiet symphonies
Where all my calloused enemies
Turned round and mocked my memories

My motivation next in line
left my expression just in time
And when my grades had ceased to shine
Anxiety began to climb

Then softly in depression crept
and whispered things which caused me fear
So I had nothing solid left
and barely had the strength for tears

And should I find the strength to rise
What creatures will rise up as well
To stare me coldly in the eyes
Till I return to where I fell

- Obscure
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