Depression
Hovering on the edge of despair
lying at the edge of a dull silver sky
tenderly cradling the dark blue sea of grain
locking the box of sentient care
the words of my past
haunt me as I glisten
from the water that pelts, but
who will i ever be at last
the mindthroat I posses
silently screams
like a shade puppet
in the dusk of unkind