Thursday, April 2, 2009

Depression

When the music disappears from your life,
When the lock reappears on your door,
When your distinctive laugh goes quiet…
And you slowly vanish off the grid
Again.

Then I get scared.
Can I almost hear the penny drop
My heart stops
And I dread that late night call
When you’re out of my reach.

I want to hide you in the light
Shield you from the world
Take away all the tools of your self-destruction
And protect you like a child.

Cover the sockets,
Move the toxic materials to a higher shelf,
Put away all sharp objects
And hide the guns.

You carry it all within you.
Your private darkness and your hurt
Deep. Where I can just almost reach…

Stored for future use.


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