I haunt your dreams and your days.
Making it nearly impossible to see tomorrow.
I suffocate any hope of solace.
I make light a darkened path,
then make it nearly impossible to follow.
I make distraught the weak of heart.
I plant seeds of doubt in the very strongest of souls.
I give rise to depressing thoughts,
that need not be thought.
Making every goal seem not worth being sought.
I fester feverishly, draining hope constantly and consistently.
Leaving barely a shell behind.
I eradicate honest smiles and keep true happiness at bay.
I make a good reason to live unbearably hard to find.
I am a suffocating soul deep sadness.

© Josh Selby