
Depression Moved In
he’s come to stay
slipped through the cracks
of a drafty door
settling, like the dust collecting
leaving traces
stacks of dishes
crusted with rot
window shades drawn, but for light
piercing the gray
warming the cat
dull-bladed daggers
razor streaks slashing through grime
dripping water
leaky faucet
tv set to mute
white static strobing, tick tock
trays of ashes
twisted faggots
blobs of wax, melted
charred wicks long spent from burning
unopened mail
crumpled wrappers
half-finished crosswords
stench of bleeding ink and sweat
dreary pallette
laundry piled
blackness on blackness
layers of rags, dark as night
heavy-boned, dead
to the world
nothing to see here
just lock the door when you leave
~kat
My response for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 4. Prompt: write a poem that is about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like “beauty” or “justice,” but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns. (adjectives are okay too).





April 4th, 2018 at 4:35 pm
I understand depression, I call it the black dog. I hope you do not suffer with depression you have described it so well! 💜💜
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April 4th, 2018 at 4:47 pm
I have in the past and my father was manic-depressed. Because it runs in families, therapy, sunshine, and meds keep me from slipping these days…and writing…keeps the mind clear. 🙂
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April 4th, 2018 at 4:53 pm
Good for you Kat 💜 I just have bouts of depression.. we cope don’t we 💜
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April 4th, 2018 at 5:43 pm
Yes! 😊
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April 4th, 2018 at 6:01 pm
💜
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April 4th, 2018 at 6:53 pm
Marvelous. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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April 4th, 2018 at 6:57 pm
Thank you. ❤️
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April 5th, 2018 at 3:43 pm
You certainly captured the spirit of the prompt, as that was depressing to read! 😉 (but quite good!)
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April 5th, 2018 at 3:48 pm
Thanks. Those relentlessly concrete nouns will get you every time! 😉
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