Depression Is

Movement in slow motion becoming like a small seed

Pulling away in terror

fright and fear are near friends

I will never willingly fall asleep underground; yet there I'm planted

Gift given or time taken ~ will you tell me what this sadness is and please: will I remain alive in this dying

I am cut off ~ my ears are deaf all reasoning and desire has left me in exchange for unfriendly silence

Degrees of declining occur I go deep I wither in the black

In death is life the word idea means: to see in the remembering

If I forget the hollow husk of the seed will I lie asleep in my dreaming