Eyes Wake Glazed
(A poem, sort of, I just wrote about what depression feels like.
I don't write poetry, so this is as good as it gets.)
Your leaving, so slight. Sights losing their luster. Barely noticeable to the mind. You think you've gone.
That's the way he'd have it. No leaving. You're still there. Here. Darkness laughing in your defeat.
Laughing, how easily you lie down in surrender.
Your bed is the only hope of release. The only thing darker, he can't penetrate.
Haze will disappear after I sleep.
Still laughing as your eyes wake glazed. Gray-blackness has no escape.
