365 Poems – 164 Depression (Rough First Draft)

Depression

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.

 

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