Black Hole

Or; depression.

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And maybe, just
maybe, I’ve been fighting
all this time
against a black hole. 
Just
maybe,
after all this time, my efforts
to fight against myself
has been for naught. 
Just maybe,
after all this time,
after all the effort I put it;
(and let me tell you, it’s a lot)
I will still be sucked into the
deepest,
darkest recesses of my
own
soul. 
After all this time,
despite my struggle, I will
still be trapped within myself. 
Still
a prisoner
of my own
mind.