There are so many people but there's no one inside.

..
DEPRESSION
..

A wire round your neck...
Unable to scream..
It gets tighter.
And you just watch yourself being consumed...
Only wishing to be consumed by a hug..
Not this Depression.

Strapped to a chair...
Beaten and broken down..
You forget who you are, what you enjoy, you become unrecognizable.
Numb to positivity...
It is a nightmare, to only disappear in a crowd..
To only be consumed once again.

By this monster
Called Depression

An unfenced field
of memories awoken ,
frozen pastel flowers
color fast ,
though fading
on borrowed time

A one-way footpath
disappears unencumbered
between the snowdrifts
leading across
the winter stilled
iced up creek bed ,
coursing a path
of least resistance
destiny unknown

Changing tawny petals
scatter like potpourri ,
fallen collateral
in the aftermath
a beautiful dream's
passing light

Pressed and dried
memories buried
under dog-eared  
tear-stained pages
black topiaries
that grow in the dark

Redemption unbid
and unwelcome,
earthen mineral rights
surrendered unspent ,

Natural order
decomposing
reclamation ,
chilled to the marrow

A scorned lover’s
bated breathe
bared ink unspoken,

Unbidden laments
eerily betokened
in an unseen
netherworld ,
undeniable ,  yet
bashfully remarkable

I see the frosty
fogged breath
that repents
in choral dialect ,   
speaking in known
tongue , with
the absolvable voice
of a bitter cold wind


*wind is the wind .... December 20. 2016