Suffocation

The sky is blue yet all I see is gray,

Imaginary clouds obscure my faith.

Upon my life my depression does prey,

Faithfully hunted by a stalking wraith.

One with malevolent design in mind,

Striving to stifle any elation.

To render felicity wholly blind,

Triumphant, inflaming my frustration.

Dominated with malicious intent,

This entity from which I can’t escape.

Relentless pursuit, doggedly hell-bent,

Derisive, assuming a benign shape.

I sense its presence suffocating me,

Precisely extorting my liberty.