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

Its deadly grips
***** life force energies
words of truth,
as I gasp for air.

It vibrates with sharp teeth
drowning out things heart whispers,
guides echoing voice and
God's symphony of words.

So I crawl in state
where every minute is an hour
Where I try to stand
the way I was before depression hit
and visions faded.

Trying to see sun behind
clouded skies.