A Few Depressing Poems and Experimental Writing

(I add to these poems as they arise from time to time)

Caravan

(haiku)

the road is worn thin

we march, blistered and sunburned

hold my hand … I sigh

I — a Single Letter

the word “I” is spelled with one elegant letter

this is to remind us to be humble

yet, too often people mistake this letter for the numeral, one

missing the point of the intended lesson

such people think about themselves only

Breathing

They tell me

“Keep Breathing”

but can’t they see that breathing is not my problem?

I — am — breathing.

In fact,

I have the lungs of an elephant …

it is just that I am losing air

despite these deep breathes.

You see, I am riddled with holes

from the countless times

that I have been shot down.

Elephants do not die easily

but their long memory

makes for heavy steps.

Cage

My ribs cage my heart

in much the same way that my skull imprisons my mind.

It is not so much to keep you out

but more

that I have learned that it is wise

to hold myself back.

I understand the problem.

When I look in the mirror,

a lost child looks back

and yet

my true face

is terribly disfigured —

this is the only face

that others seem to see.

ON NO

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