I’m aware I’m depressed
All too vividly so
Could describe it right now
But I doubt you would know
What it’s like
To be wholly
Consisted of woe
When you deal in the rest of your life
Absolutes
I see only the nevermore earth
It pollutes
When you subtly
Smother me
In my misfortune
I seek more of hunger’s
Diminutive portion
When all my hypocrisy
Leaves me exposed
I still seal it
And send it
In letters enclosed
In enveloping wallowing
In inequality
No justice, just
Guillotines to the policy
Peace
Is my least resist path
To the polity’s
Most extreme dream
Of utopian poverty
Calling me back
To the front once again
Where the trenches of mind
Can inspire the pen
To be brave for you
Soldiering on
For the cause,
For the left,
The young restless,
Eternal outlaws
Like an instinct
A feeling
To be more than man
So I guess, answer’s yes
I’m depressed
That I can