
It starts small
A turned knob
An open door
Well hello
Old friend
How have you been?
A memory stirs
With a wicked hand
A light goes out
You’ve closed the door
But it doesn’t matter
You’re not alone
The whispering starts
And the tears come
Because you know
Depression
Always uninvited
Tends to overstay
Published on October 10, 2022 07:18