Depression Is…

Depression is the oil that

seeps from the crack of

the broken container,

is the prison

in which we lock ourselves

away to avoid

reality,

is the place where hurt and

pain thrive.

Pain is the dirty window

we peer through searching for

clues,

can be bold-faced

truth

or cold-hearted

falsehood.

A bold face is what

we wear to hide

fear and

loneliness,

is the black hole

that swallows up

all the good stuff,

is the illusive

sustenance of life.

Naida Lavon

04-11-19

PCC Poetry Writing Class,

Angie Ebba Instructor. Assignment: practice metaphors