Its names are countless

And its hunger endless.

It is the terrible Black Beast

And upon my life it must feast.

It stalks the dark corners of my mind

Until a nest of doubt it does find.

It is there that it breeds

And my rage it feeds.

Though I struggle with all my might

Quickly does it consume the light.

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AN: This was written in the early days of my depression...long ago and it only captures a small portion of what I feel on a daily basis.