DEPRESSION IS KNOCKING ON MY DOOR...COME ON INA Story by KCthelastboyscoutbeing lonely or choosing to be lonely
There's a knock on my door
It's an invited guest Come on in Join me in the bedroom I am a willing participant I can feel depression invading my body with such aggression,I can feel it below my skin to the bone I want to be devoid of emotion Numb to the core I want to sleep until I can no longer dream I don't want to move I don't want to bathe I don't want the feeling of being clean I don't want the company of family or friends I'm not answering the phone In fact, I have it turned off I want darkness in and around me And silence... Sweet silence Awake Stay with the routine Get up.Eat.Tv.Back to bed ...An odd thing A ray of sunlight through the curtains Stop Don't get curious Cover up the light Keep it dark But... Just a peek... Dark turns to light pulling back the curtains The glare of the sun blinds my eyes The pupils adjust their view Daylight This is the world outside of my window In bloom and vivid color People interacting with each other with smiles and handshakes I look back towards the large sunstreak dividing the bedroom I realize now that my called upon guest was not depression, but isolation What I am doing to myself is by choice There is enough light now to see out of this darkness It's less than thirty steps to the front door Just turn the knob and walk outside So confused... ...Maybe tomorrow But why not today? At this moment? Less than thirty steps It's a beautiful day... © 2018 KCthelastboyscoutAuthor's Note
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