Blue Notes

 

Depression is merely an afterthought.


A reflection on deeds that cannot be undone

But our thinking is cut off from the action.

A circuit is broken in a chain that cannot be rejoined.




We are slaves to our memories

Being tortured in real (not imagined), time.

We recall everything from our own anxious center of risk


Hiding the moment we know to be true;

From ourselves, yet again.