Depression
Location
Diagnosed.
Still,
He chokes
down the filth around him.
His focus fading black.
Digest.
Swallows
the stale, humid air.
Inhale.
The desperate shadows about him.
Hope found dead,
Drowned in the shallows.
This cage he sits in,
More of a maze,
He trips up before his trip’s up.
His pain is endless pain.
Unrest.
It is subtle,
Not a sharp stab,
But a dull… …ache…
There is no escaping that weariness, that wrath.
There is no evading that awareness, that breath.
That last gasp,
The mere mention,
Prevents him,
From the ta sk to g rasp .
Suf f oca ti on im pal es hi m,
H i s c h es t
A t r e s t
A t L a s t
Still
Death.