For days now Iβve been sitting
in the dusty, drenched chair,
staring outside at the solitary,
featureless sky, the blurred clouds
careening in emptiness, drained
dreams, forgotten streams, weathered
trees, dying leaves, the diminishing
scenery a crying mountain of anguish.
I wanted to turn off the light
to the most unforgettable moments
of my life, the dark days and nights
when I was slipping into depression,
my eyes fading backward, breaking
away into a thousand wretched lands
beyond the earthβs time zone. I was
a flickering lighter almost burned out,
a ragged matchbox, a jagged shadow
of dry and mistaken rhymes, a squareless
equation stretched too wide, a yellow
scraped brick, my skin burning with bad
words. I was struggling to breathe through
the smoky scene, my limbs feeling
splintered, an irreversible verb playing
another damaged and blazed song
about immeasurable pain, making me
insane, misaligned, sagging syllables
raw and confounding consonants
unsound, unfound, a screaming banshee
running recklessly through the blackened
fields in search of its prey. I was steady
slipping away, pulled into outer galaxies,
further than I could ever visualize, a sour
note with impossible beats, a scrambled song,
a washed-out sea of confused sensations,
crazy themes, wounded dreams, not feeling
so serene, neglected, disrespected,
rejected, my presence evaporating more
than ever. Now as I sit in the shrinking chair,
my heartbeat flared, the lamplights flashing
frantically beside me, the severe sounds
of the rain beating up against my windowpane,
startled, the darkness rising in the unbound sky,
my chests tightening, my flesh trembling,
I could feel the depression slowly
creeping back into my life, forcing me
to embrace the coldest storms that I had
never seen in my lifetime.