Depression
1.
My other mind
the one that I'm out of
sometimes
plays tricks on me
scribbling catastrophe
and conspiracy
in every fold of gray matter
until I can't fight It anymore
and I begin to believe
the unreasonable.
2.In this home,
not my home
resides the bear,
who is I, but not me
filled with stone-cold
polar resentment.
Fiercely caged in
an infrastructural landscape.
Is it the bars
or the space between
that lodges me,
a paws length away
from freedom?
wow. thankyou for these pictures. -M
ReplyDeleteooh, #1 is especially right on.
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ReplyDeleteBrowsing and found your blog - read around a little and was impressed.
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