Depression

desperate echo through the mind unspoken

closed eyes in lost abandonment...  lost souls

sing their last song and embrace while the

screws turn against the head...  walls seem

to be closing in from all angles and the light

drains from the heart instead of blood...  the

sounds of reluctant acceptances sits on the

mind's doorstep like a lost package that was

left at the wrong address...  friends disappear

into foxholes as the bombs of loyalty burst

all around like the fourth of july...  family

ties are not just broken but permanently

severed from the body, revealing that no

plans to accept the dead...  thoughts written

down on parchment paper disappear in the

rain like invisible ink and the mind claims

none of what has happened since it was a

little damaged long ago...  hands reach out

for hands but none are available without a

premium to be paid and age sits on the witness

stand begging to be crossexamined to the

whole story can be told...  pills correct the

torment that has grown inside but nothing

can repair the damage the depression caused.

3 November 2022