When does it happen and where does it go, the happiness I used to know?

I shallow breathe, hold my breath, refusing to utter shibboleths.

I'm not getting better, remedies fail, I mourn a time when I was hale.

The doctors and I both know what's not; neither one knows what's begot.

The lab screens all say I'm fine but I know when mood crosses the line.

A zombie lives inside of me, he brings hopelessness and despondency.

He comes, he goes, without regard; he leaves a fearful calling card.

I'm not the one I used to be. What's happening to the man known as me?

Then one day the sunbeams rise; I regain my mind and proselytize!

The future's bright! The path is clear! I have skills to defeat my fears!

Confidence reigns! I toll the bell! Surging passions! The blues? Farewell!

The zombie leaves but he does not go. Until he returns, happiness flows.

I'm alive! My soul's requited! My happiness and I completely, fully, reunited.