The Depression Triptych
Part 1: crying
Trapped in a water torture cell
Filling up with my never-ending tears.
I foresee and feel myself slowly
Drowning, but unlike
Houdini I’m no escape artist –
Although I do feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.
Part 2: hopeless
It’s not going to get better.
It only grows and evolves and consumes –
Not in the form of the proverbial Black Dog but as a
Tumour –
Once upon a time it may have been operable and
Benign.
Part 3: numb
It’s a solid fog. Nothing else exists.
No happiness, no sadness, no anger,
No feeling.