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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