It stalks and hangs in perpetuity

Always and forever,

Sometimes subtly, almost unobtrusively

But always trespassing and ready to pounce

Knocking me sideways

Into the blackness of despair

And the abyss of deep, depressive darkness.

And thoughts of hopelessness

Fishing for my sanity

Reeling me toward the oblivion

Of nothingness

With thoughts of everlasting peace

Of release from its binding shackles

Depression

Then mercifully those thoughts lift

But for a time only

Before they return again

To taunt the tortured mind

Of Poor Old Henry

That endless cycle

Shall all end

One day.