Poetry
Depression
She grabs me and refuses to let go
As if I’m the reason she survives
She penetrates me
Breaking through my not-so-thick skin
Making it nearly impossible
To get rid of her
And yet I still try
Because I want to be free
Run
Breathing heavily I run
Running through the dark
Away from what I think is a gun
To my suprise from behind I see a spark
Foreseeing my death I close my eyes
And stand still full of dread
Only to realize it was all lies
And wake up the next moment in my bed
Waste
The blue sea turns gray
Full of garbage and plastic
The killing of fish
And yet humans still do it
Without any repercussions
22
November
2019