DEPRESSION IS AN ISOLATIONIST CLOAKED IN A SILHOUETTE

I WAS MILLED INTO A SHADOW WHILST MY VOICE LABOURED TO THE FORE INVISIBLE SCARS, SOME HEALED, SOME NOT, COVER WE THE WALKING WOUNDED DEPRESSION IS AN ISOLATIONIST CLOAKED IN A SILHOUETTE IN IRONS AND RUNNING ON EMPTY, GHOST THROUGH THE FOG OF MEANING HAVING LOST YOUR FOOTING, KNEEL BEFORE THE CRUCIBLE AS ONE WOULDContinue reading “DEPRESSION IS AN ISOLATIONIST CLOAKED IN A SILHOUETTE”