Windows on the Sea - a collection of poetry.

Depression

Itching and aching in my head

I cannot rest,

shan't rise at your behest.

Living in mess — forgetful, distressed

The past is a mess.

Confessed.

Clawing and raw inside my mind.

I am confined,

cannot join your kind.

Living behind — to Hell consigned.

What be mankind

when disinclined?

From my mouth falls darkness.

I'm in express —

a descendant arrest.

Yoked by this abscess — Life is less.

To be depressed,

assessed.