Down Down

as it is

you are a prisoner in

walls and floors, you drop

unaided from ceilings

the windows in your eyes

are cool and thoughtful

at night you slightly

push doors, or slide

over scented beams,

the wax on cupboards

neatly traces your weightless hands,

but you give me no relief

when I am down

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Depression is something that we as riders seem to take for granted. No amount of money can ever buy happiness. But the laughter of a small child pretty well takes care of it

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has more expression of sadness and the desire for relief than anything I have ever read. It is so expressive yet understated. Poetry like this is so amazing.