Brain Goo: A Collection Of Poems

brain food

I often characterize my depression
As a sickly, malnourished dog
Whining and scratching
At the door of my brain

If I choose to let it in
It climbs in my cupboards
And eats away at the food
I've stored for my brain

As my brain becomes
hungry and weak
The dog grows leaden and fat
An insurmountable weight

Soon my brain forgets
What nourishment feels like
So used to heavy emptiness
That food almost feels wrong