Living with Depression
He's like that messing room mate that leaves his stuff out for you to clean.
It's is like an exotic bird that preens all day in the window bay as you beg it to move out of the way.
Like a cat, it climbs on your back and claws your skin when you do anything but crawl into your blankets.
Forget socializing with sewn shut lips because everything you'll say is a fabrication.
In indignation you claim that you need no ones help but your own because that's what the good heroes do, they burden no one like depression burdens you.
That's your biggest fear, being as big a burden as it has been to you, for that is a fate you'd wish upon no one.
So you sink into your blankets, and wrap up in your bed, and maybe with some effort you may lift your head enough to see Depression leap on your back and start to purr and preen.
YOU ARE READING
The Aggravated Mind
PuisiEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
