The Struggle

In the depths of despair, I'm lost in the gloom, A heavy heart burdened by relentless doom. Struggling with life, every task a heavy chain, In the grip of depression, where all joy seems in vain. In this desolation, I'll linger a while, No glimmer of hope, just the weight of the trial. In the darkness, I'll wallow, with no end in sight, As I battle the demons that haunt through the night. The world feels colorless, emotions run dry, In this pit of sadness, where all dreams seem to die. Each day is a struggle, an endless gray haze, As I navigate the maze of this melancholic phase.