Depression Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Gnawing at my bones
Biting my flesh
Ripping my being
Your voraciousness is never sufficed.
How do I feed you, O Hungry Master?
Groping my sense of self
Violating my core
Grabbing my last breath of life
Your violent punishment is felt well.
How do I serve you, O Selfish One?
Tearing limb from clavicle
Hearing silent wails escape
Watching my suffering with lust
Your enjoyment is never fulfilled.

How will depression dismember me tonight, O Power-parched Liege?