The vicious ego dog has bitten.
Tearing my cord of optimism,
My connection to heart.

Its deadly grip
***** life force energies
and truth as I gasp for air.

It vibrates with words
drowning out heart whispers,
severing flow of
God's symphony of words.

And so I crawl trying to stand
the way I was before depression hit

Trying to see sun behind
clouded skies.
attempting to release
untruths that bombard with
bullets of judgements
that go deep.

Only cure shots from an angels voice,
guide or The Divine.
Fortitude and focus becomes friend
to fight the ill results
until healing begins
and dog is put to sleep.