stargirl17

depression is taking over my body - i'm going to the doctor as soon as possible to get my meds worked on AGAIN but hopefully this time will help. anyway, in the throes of this beast i pooped out a poem. here it is. any suggestions are welcome:

I am no One

Orange and white tiger cat splayed on the
Sun-baked sidewalk
Twilight approaching, fooling nobody
Orange cherry of my cigarette glows in the
Streetlight and I am no one.
And it is all right.

The sun is past its prime
But its remnants still pulsate heat from
The earth in dull throbbing aches
Like the aches of a women during menses
I twist my cigarette against the concrete steps
Watching the embers flail desperately towards
The ground and I am no one.
And all is well.

Children yell from across the street
Dancing among shadows and faeries
This evening time serves their games quite
Nicely as parents yell for them to get their asses
Inside the house and back to the zombie machines.
I am no one.
And the world still turns.

*Meanwhile, sleeping waaay too much and doing nothing productive so tomorrow i must get my ass out of bed and mow the lawn and then shower then try to get something accomplished so i don't feel so worthless. this devil inside of me is NOT going to win.