by Amanda Kasper

Created on: November 08, 2010

It sneaks up on me time and again

blanketing me like how a fog rolls in

Subtle until it's full blown

it's a gradual undo of all I work for

More time in bed

phantom pains

Forced effort to get to work

fake smiles over concealed numbness

Until eventually it breaks

at which time

colors appear brighter

and life is meaningful again

But sooner or later

the fog decends

"hello depression, my old friend."

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