Dining with chronic depression
Is just like a prisoner eating his
Final meal before his execution
.
A gloom hangs heavier, feeling
Like the noose your neck will be
Choking; twisted stomach empty
.
Still, it's more fulfilling being fed
When you know in your mind that
You're close to being fucking dead.
YOU ARE READING
Catharsis | ×
Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
