I long for peaceful nights, devoid of ruminations so despondent
Yearn to be free of this plight, and untethered from sorrowful disconcert
My life has become a pitiful sight, my dreams and reality

I loathe pursuits once favored, my spirit is restless and fatigued
Elementary tasks become laboured, waking up fills me with dread
The demons in me are emboldened, my mind turned into their playground

Some days bring brief liberty, and I encounter joy invariably fleeting
Yet I refuse to wallow in misery, my resolve to be free is unflinching
Depression is the master of trickery, but towards victory over it I’m slowly inching
Numbered is its days of mockery, into oblivion it’s slowly sinking