And there is nothing wrong with Depression
Strange to say
It has its rhythms and
Almost
Its delights
Too.

Too heavy to raise your eyes
You stare at the world
Through the black bars
About four feet from you
Sloping down.

Leaves
And rain
A dark green world
But even through these tragic rimmed tunnels
That were eyes
I can see it's green
But it's hard too.
That leaf - the one with the rust on the left edge
In the rain.
I don't want it or I to move
From here.