Depression
is my only friend these days
short, but sweet memories do I have
coping with an attitude of sorrow,
into myself I have climbed
though not as difficult as Everest
I would assume yet equally challenging;
no people’s faces do I want to see
nor hear their cries of anguish
as I have my own with which to deal;
no smiles or laughter do I want to hear
only silence like my emptiness inside
do I want my senses to embrace;
empty eyes look out empty window frames
and empty thoughts fill my head
like driverless cars passing by in
front of my silenced summer attitude.
July 12, 2012
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