Depression – Written Monday 1st January 2001 (Aged 25)

Depression

depression,
spreads like a fog
that chokes your throat
pushes you into the sea
drags you to the bottom
doesn’t care about you or me

depression,
it really gets me down
all the clever people
their visions repressed
they feel so depressed
a little self pity
a drag on another cigarette

depression,
like the cigarette it tells a joke
but the joke is not funny
got to escape
depressed about money
we were all trying to rise

depression,
spreads like a mental disease
take you out of the clouds
and forces you onto your knees
it has no bias or racism
it will take down you or me




James Garratt – Monday 1st January 2001


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More poems from 2001 here
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