depression

 he’s here again 

My old friend

 

again

everywhere i turn 

in this house

trying to leave him settled

in 

one

room 

 

it’s a pretty big house

 

you’d think he would

just be content 

to expand in only 

one

stay

put

i’ll come to you

 

it’s a big house

 

you’d think i

could be alone

at 

peace

but 

he is constantly

following me

talking to me

sucking

my thoughts 

through my heart

making sure

i don’t 

forget everything wrong

i did 

 

in my life

 

 

 

 

so what do i do?

take another pill

circle these

rooms

til night 

falls

 

almost there

see?

wasted night

wasted day

 

he’s giving me 

hugs

keeping me zoned

zombied

in 

these walls

closing in

this

tiny

tiny

house

 

I will go to him now

it is no use to fight

 

because

 

the best day of my life

 

already came and went

and is 

framed 

upon my

wall

 

 

i can still make out the details

in this fading light

 

but the night 

has

 

already

 

begun to

 

 

fall

 

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

For claiming not to be a poet, I think you do a fine job. Thank you for sharing. Debileah