down

I feel it coming down on me.
It is always self imposed
but that doesn't change a thing,
doesn't make it less.
Most truthfully revealed,
that makes it worse.
To easily I shirk the thoughts of others.
To readily I discredit the critic.
But when the voice is inescapable?
When it comes from inside
and is a constant beating
loud and down,
my spirit is reduced to dragging.
I faintly pull myself from sleep.
I go through the motions
and I feel the hope has left me.