Depression

It doesn’t come with a hello
It sneaks up behind
And pushes you into a dark alley
With broken lights under your feet
And suddenly you have no shoes
Memories scream towards you
Like a freight train
Out of control
You fall to your knees
Trapped
Forgetting about the broken glass
It swarms before you
And you can’t see
Blinded, and this choking sensation, as though you never knew light.

A smile reaches out, you reach out and you see people moving,
just where you had been a moment ago,
there is the thing you were doing,
you remember where you were going,
but that is a flash.

You are in that freight train, speeding,
And you want to fight
But light is such a fleeting thing
And smiles are too rare to be saviours…

Incomplete

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
Have always known, know that we can’t escape
Yet can’t accept. One side will have to go.

For Now

There is not much that can be said
Between two hearts that lie in three,
For now, on some quiet and warm bed,
The sky seems as quiet as quiet can be.

Each heart passion roams intertwined,
Every hope resurrects fresh and wild;
Tears, for the time, stay far declined,
And all of love rests supinely beguiled.

The need for more, for the time, is silent;
Orgasms are all but forgotten now;
Arms lie filled, anxiety lies spent,
The future seems like it was begotten now.

The story of the sky is just beginning.
The dawn too, for now, has been stilled.
Eyes are sated and are drowsily singing.
Everything empty, for now, has been filled.