Great Poems to Read

Depression

There is a rat

I call Depression

Inside me,

Eating at my innards.

The pain goes to my throat

So I am choking on my tears

My tears of blood.

Would that I could

Write of something else,

Would that I could.

And I am so very tired

If only I can end it all

Looking at words on a page

That reflect back to me

My misery.

And where am I?

-Fred Babbin