Depression Allows None of That
My wailing has turned to keening
I cannot stop; I am despondent.
Fully reversed in my feelings.
My confidence has disappeared.
I cannot do this! I scream
Only it is shrieking.
My house is silent, except for my screams of despair.
No one to reassure me; to lift me up.
It is the time I should be reaching out to friends.
My depression will allow none of that.
My black curtains are closed, locking out the sun
A ray of hope or optimism cannot reach me here.
The phone has been ringing for three days.
So I put it on airplane mode,
Reveling in my rage,
Fanning the flames of despondency
Until I am scaring myself
The dog tries to cuddle, but I turn her away.
Living my hurt in the deepest well I can find.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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