I found depression
At the bottom of a bottle.

It looked thirsty,
And so
I fed it with my tears.

It held its mouth open,
Eyes wide,
Like a baby bird.

I turned from the mirror,
Appalled at the apparition before me,
What I have been reduced to
By divine intervention.

And yet I am not strong enough,
To do the right thing.
Pushing life to one side,
I poured myself a drink.

I found depression...

It was drowning in my whiskey.

The End

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