Depression Stew

You know
What it’s like
To walk into
A home
Where something’s
Been simmering
All day

Maybe beef stew

In a crock pot
Or Italian sauce
On the stove

The scent

Fills the home
Envelops all
Who enter

Depression

Is like that too

The scent

When you enter
The home
Of someone
Who’s simmered
All day
In sadness

A distinct

Texture
In the air

A face

Imprinted
With sleep

A mind foggy, disengaged

The unmistakable

Disheartening
Scent of it

Depression stew