Depression and Me
Depression.
Can be flung away.
Can stick to any surface.
And me.
Depression.
Could be crammed in.
Stammering and tightening.
Tearing feelings.
Depression.
Can sit on the porch for weeks.
So you don’t leave for weeks.
The groceries dwindle.
Depression.
The gold metal I carry.
Gets rusty.
I can hear it.
Depression.
Could be crammed in any surface.
Rusty on the porch.
Sticking feelings.
Depression.
There are many ways.
The groceries dwindle.
No matter what.
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