A Poem About Depression

Depression is a loner, misunderstood in the pressed abyss. In mental illness, life lies.  Emotions are a handshake absent of expression. It is an inner thought or thoughts that grieve to escape without consequence. So, if you will, bring your criticized, Kum-ba-ya-ed hope dipped in a strange substance and watch as none recognize the smell or the flavor.

By Seth J. Batiste