I obtain good days,

gain confidence, as this adversity rejuvenates;

Only customary that darkness
persists upon me in stormy greys',

a part of me in so many ways -

such as a limb,

it maintains a home within;

to which, envisaged I, no longer bared,

I'm a servant hidden in this lair;

soliciting this disease,

seemingly do nothing,

only cackles as it strengthens;

I am but asked by its' will,

I hold it back at best
with this amending pill.