.widget.ContactForm { display: none; }

Monday, November 24, 2014

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