6 March 2021http://www.humanthoughts.org/jagged.htm© Huw Powell
Jagged Depression
(A Report)

Coming in like steel-tipped waves
of crushing immobility
I come up to breathe after each
assault, weaker by each turn
With each crash leaving me
not knowing how to fend them off

Or how to undo what they
leave as they retreat

At last I cry - I whimper
"Leave me alone"
Let me be, let me sleep
Let me go.

Stop this assault before I drown
before I bleed to death


When depression comes on not as
a soft, grey fog
numbing with cold fingers,
But as a series of sharp, hard kicks
in the back of the head
knocking me down each time
I try to get back up

Until I have to give up and lie
here in pain,
unable to do or think
anything at all

Not numb, but writhing

12/7/17 7:30 AM

"Why did you write this down?"
"I didn't want to forget it."