Sunday, August 29, 2010

"depression" a poem



my eyes squint full of ideas,

My lips twitch with love.

Soon my lids droop in burden

And my tongue films in grey.

The low of flow

Chokes my swallow

Thickens my limbs

My skin turns ash

My smirk scowls

I swell with potential

Feel gross but hopeful.

Depressions of my joy.


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