on depression by Travis G Finborga slow pool gathers beneath my feat
coalescing into past grievances
old arguments and humiliations
as I stare the pool trembles
small ripples rise and fall
in ever overwhelming circles
the shameful moments rise
fear slides through me
a narrow hot blade
battered beaten and broken
by my own hand
I howl at life's cruel indignities
a rage of insignificance
washes over me
I am lost to my own paranoia
in the maze of my depression
I stumble forward
mumbles of incoherence dribble from my lips
the doors to friendship and love
have closed long since
I struggle to hold the few I have 12/27/2005 Posted on 12/27/2005 Copyright © 2024 Travis G Finborg
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