"Depression"
I wrote this while I was depressed. Big surprise, eh? I particularly like the imagery used here; six feet drawn (being buried) and floating now (losing conciousness). I think it's one of my best, if not one of the saddest.
January 3, 1990
Like a time bomb set to blow
Each tick rages the fire enormous
No rest for the body,
No rest for the mind.
No sleep for the body,
And none for the mind.
Ripping tirade through the Moon's core.
Too hot for the body, and mind.
No cure for the body, and mind.
Flooding the visage by no apparent hand.
Too small, too small.
No help, and none.
Floating now to everywhere but here.
Too far for the body,
too far for the mind.
No one for the body.
And none for the mind.
Six feet drawn and pulling to the end.
Too late... body.
Too late... mind.
No life...
... no mind.
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