Depression is a choice.
A.B. CURTISS, Depression Is a Choice
no,
it is a dark angry circle on the sun
a hole
filled with nothing
but dread
and Prozac
blackwordscrammedintoapaperbox
too flimsy to hold anything but
emptiness
a window with its blinds
shut tight
on a bright autumn day
cold
from the inside out,
a sudden winter storm of
suffocating ash-colored snow
leaving deep drifts of black guilt
against new fences
at sunrise
friendly fire
against an army of one
on a fictitious battlefield
more real than the chair
in which you sit reading
in judgment
your eyes loudly cheering
for the other side
10-29-13
The Raven's Bough 