ONE AS SUCH.

A WOMAN AND HER DEPRESSION.

She sits in sullen mood,
She doesn’t want her food,
Or merriment of their childish
Kind, she occupies a darker mind.

She has locked her door,
Kept them at bay, nothing
To share with them, nothing
She can or wants to say.

She has memory of his
Touch and feel, doesn’t
Want to remember, but
Does still, wants to unfeel,
Unlove, undo him from her
Tender heart and skin, wants
To put him out, but he, like a
Maggot, creeps back in, worms
His way into each pore, each
Memory, each wound and sore.

She feels the need of prayer,
Hoping there’s a god out there,
Someone to listen, to heal, to
Softly touch, to deeply love,
To forgive, if there is one as such.

She wants no more sex, drugs
Or booze, hopes she’ll win through,
But expects to lose; wants no more
Let downs, no lies, no hurt, no pain,
Wants to be loved and cared for,
Before she dies or goes insane.