Depression Ii
DEPRESSION II
In the park
Sitting where we sat
In the summer house
Only half hearing
Those last two words
“Someone else”
Staring off
The blank feeling
Aware only
Of a heavy emptiness
On top of my shoulders
The sky overhead
So blue
The day
So bright
So very warm
But not a bead
On this dead brow
If this were a scene
From some movie
There would be music
In minor key
An English horn
Cello
Dirty sax
Without expression
Droning on
In the distance
A phone booth
Just the image
Stirs slightly
And
Something tries
To rise
But
Over the weeks
I’ve become…ummm,
Comfortable
My vacant world…mmm,
Comfortable
Oh, please
Don’t disturb
The lost
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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