Dedicated to Stephen “tWitch” Boss who brought so much joy and left in so much darkness.

Though I've felt the inky blackness I have never drowned in that airless pit Like a cancer Depression eats away at the soul Devouring in whispers that haunt the mind While stealing the light of joy Before it can take root and grow What's worse is we often never know Until it is too late There is a great battle Between light and dark A war within those we love And sadder is that no amount of love or light Can irradiate the darkness away That void slowly eats away hope Dimming the ability to perceive the light No soul can thrive without light At least not indefinately Making the surrender to that void Look like release for too many Depression is a cancer of the soul -gws