"unsupressed" poems
Behind my knee sockets
The relaxed drowsy pull on shoulders
Like a lead brick in the back of my head
The unsupressed mournful sighs behind my eyes
The dry tears, sobs stuck
Windows of the soul, black, empty
My body is a cage
Ready to implode and give out
Roll me over and let it spill out of my pores
For I am the porous humanity of depression
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 6:40 PM UTC