if it feels like depression
it possibly could be
not the definitive “is”
just the spatiality of “might”
the only thing known for sure
is the pain and pressure
behind gray eyes and sinus
the throbbing that spreads
to ears and upper mandible
a body sore when waking
get out, show up:
fake it till you make it
or die trying
I always seem to be approaching things
working on obtaining or they
hover in the distance
sitting in a basket
pending, waiting
on others to follow through
to eventually be deleted
on the ticking of time
the pavement extended until it didn’t
in the near distance it halted at a deep chasm
unbeknownst, Life pushed me forward…anyway
but here I’ve arrived and here I teeter
on the precipice of Effort and Why Bother
I was never good at celebrating Me