Coming To

Joy slowly crept into the crevices of my mind
moving thoughts about, dislodging its nemesis
And as it gains ground, takes root for permanence
in comes doubt and with it sadness
As joy crept in, sadness is swift, willful and strong
erasing traces of joy, taking over like a master to his minions
Extinguishing what little is left
Until it lords over, triumphant and smug.

Gone is the joy.
Soon after comes numbness and apathy.
I am back to my old self.