Alone

It’s natural like a crater. It’s natural like a speckled bruise. Depression. Just wanders around with a temper in its pocket. Trailing hair. Growth-like things. Slugs that are at the end of the swamp. Depression. Has anger that is full and sloshing. A staggering feeling. Overcoming. Then not overcoming. It’s just the most natural, haunting blade of grass… That slices through anything and we can’t explain how. Depression. It is possible. To have depression. While saying affirmations. It appears. All alone.