Depression | Poem
Strolling along the overpass
With the Queen of Maggots
Looking down at the rushing river
Of gears and exhaust
She slows her pace, reaches out to gently grab my hand
I glance at her watching the ebb and flow below
Curious, I take a peek
At the hypnotic current
Enticing me to join in
It looks so calm, so peaceful
I want, no, need it
Like a plane of glass between the homeless
And designer brand names
So close but completely out of reach
She grins at my yearning
“It’s so simple, one leg over then the other… then whoosh.”
My heart aches, my limbs paralyze
“Not today my friend. The sun shines strong and my body is able.”
Her smile rotates 180 degrees
“Perhaps next time?”
I nod, “Perhaps.”
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