My views on immortality and depression are equal
You can't die if you're immortal and depression lets you feel dead inside
Nothing can hurt you more because you survived it and felt nothing at all
And you keep surviving the same old routine wondering if it even affected you like it used to.
Cursed with immortality
Pain is the passage between life and death
You scream and cry because you don't feel the pain
Feel nothing at all
And by the time you're 50 the marks should already be visible and tell tales of hope and survival
Even if you're lying by then, you don't wish them the immortality that got you stuck in the first place

I still remember the day you stole my love.
My world became blurry, except the image of you.
I imparted every unique part of me.

                    I still recall the day you pummeled my love.
                    Taking my innocence and your serving of my heart.
                    You left me wounded, but I guess that wasn’t your plight.

                                         I still hate the day loving became complicated.
                                         I no longer share pieces of myself.
                                        The distinguished part you took- *I’m unable to rebuild.

On this hillside where the homeless rest
The Song Sparrow bursts into psalm,
Reciting beautiful exclamations to the heavens above
For the forgotten souls that are concealed below.

In this place called Potters Field lay one million souls
Unknowns from 200 years ago....more & more arriving everyday.
Nestled thickets of wild trees hold these memories past and
Shadow the headstones with prayers inscribed.

How could one small place hold so many forgotten souls?
How could we have forgotten those less fortunate than us?
Saint Benedict's tear filled eyes scan the field
As he try's to to make sense of what has happened.

Lift up your eyes New York and make your voices heard.
Don't let their memory fade away.
God holds a special place for these children because....
In the Kingdom of God....
                                 The last shall be first.

K.E Carman 2016