365 Poems – 164 Depression (Rough First Draft)


We argue about your arrival.

I preferred being alone,

in my cold silence.


You hate backing down,

but there is a congestion

of tediousness and I have

decided to reflesh my courage.


I take back your obligation

to burrow under my soul.


I’m not jumping back

into your pandemonium.

Not now that I know of all

these different forms of survival.