The Monster

Depression is a curse.
It’s a feeling, but a being, but something else
all wrapped up into one.
It writhes within and cries terror.
It’s dark, it’s uneasy, it’s what’s at the bottom of the lake.

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Everything and Everyone

When you lose everything and everyone,

it’s hard to stay on the tracks

until you notice you were pretending

and didn’t have anything to begin with.

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A Box of Damaged Photographs

Tell me it’s okay. I know it’s not, but I want you to tell me anyway.

The world is passing by in a wisp of smoke and I’ve lost sight of the ground.

Tell me who you are, who I am. Speak your words as loudly as you can because I can’t hear you from all the way over here.

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An Unfinished Yearning for Something Else

I want to slow it all down,

take it back

to an abandoned, dusty town,

ride my bike down the alley

and make out with an old flame,

pushing him against the wall

while no one is watching.

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