Depression

Depression



Laying dull below me
Dead and dark yellow mire
Of a sickness I float above

Swamp of mist and noisome reek
That later in life
Would turn my life to drink

Between the rolling fumes
I often see the glimpses of blue
Those unconcerned and unattainable skies

Spied through watering eyes
Where the wings of birds are so coveted
And all the things that fly are so despised

I float

Unsteady marsh to me bequeathed
Its fogs to cloud my vision and all emotion
As foot hold to stand before the world

Ankle, knee, waist deep to neck
I accept as wading normally
So often its listless paths I tread

I drifting above it
Casting me, my shadow of happiness
On quicksand’s that cough me up once again

To build my homes in dire mounds
Where shafts of sun are lit for a time
Before the rolling wash pulls me down

I float

Sickening by its unrepentant broil
It breathes with me behind every smile
The filthy quag of my childhood

Memories, I cannot recollect
Spew into my life so far
In the roiling welts of stinking black tar


There is no state of free
Happy has and always eluded me
From as far back as I can remember

Unsteady marsh to me bequeathed
Its fogs to cloud my vision and all emotion
As foot hold to stand before the world

I float

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