You know you're really depressed
when you can't even write poetry

One Day the sun will shine
One Dream I'll have my day
For now I sit here waiting
For now I only pray

One Day I'll share bounty
One seed will be a shoot
For now I till the soil
One Dream someday
Will fruit

One Day my ship will harbor
And dock when it is due
I'll unload in labor

*But MY DREAM WILL COME TRUE.

words stick to the soles of my shoes like ABC gum (gum that's Already Been Chewed)
and I'm tired from always picking off what little bits I can
exhaustion hits me hard
and as I finally lay me down to rest
I get hit with a jolt of lightning that sends my mind spinning on a quest to jot my thoughts down

it's scary sometimes
how I always wake at the same moment
over and over
like an endless cycle of deja vu's

looking up from my breakfast
I've got nothing to lose

peering out from my window
I've got no right to choose


and it's crazy how my visions
always seem to come in twos
they wrap around twice
and I'm left confused
I don't remember which what is which
or when each why was wanted
I feel like they've been switched

the lights flicker when I'm dreaming
and my eyelids always twitch

my life is not a poem
it's a body in a ditch