i'm calling
the time of death
3 March 2014
9:25:30.
my poems
are going to be
much darker
very soon.
i can sense
the depression
bubbling,
tar fingers
reaching
grasping
dragging
and i will fall.
i see no way
to get around it
i accept it
i will fall
and just like the other times
i don't know if i'll get up.
i can only just hope
that things
will get better.
again.