Anonymous Depression

Anonymous Depression short poem

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Devil’s blunt fingers
icy slick palm
every morning in my stomach
waking to a cold tide

no cell, no sentence
just another
day’s time to do
head down avoid the warders

visiting day comes
familiar faces
look ugly in a war zone
they admire their watches

walking round in old socks
unable to summon a song
just counting steps
counting seconds to sundown

dreamtime: a collection of boxes
dripping like molasses
millennial in progression
ennui on a planetary scale

before waking though
that one dream
sharp swift
a curtain pulled back then shut

no scene of hell
just a whiff of vinegar and iron
a rising cry that never peaks
tongue like bark in a toothless mouth

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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A certain sadness, a quiet melancholy flows in the background of the poem..very haunting and touching..


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