On Depression (9-24-13)

it's like you're locked in a glass box
in the middle of the desert
and it is always night
except when it's not

and it doesn't get cold
and it doesn't get hot

it just is
and you just are

and you just sit behind your glass walls
hoping someone calls your name
offers something
to break the chains
shatter the thin, hard surface
separating you
from them

a rock even
would do

but no one ever does
that's how it seems at least

they're living too much life to notice

did I mention that to them
it's not a desert
but a beach

your box
it never faces toward the sea