Cursed by the voice

Cursed by the voice of depression
I can sit in my chair for days
–  gone by – !!!
I can sit in my chair
waiting for the train . . .
for someone to say
yes you can cry all you want.
– sitting in my chair alone
all-day: part shadow, part human being who?
all day long on a winters day
as the cat comes in,
I feed the cat, the cat feeds me
I am the cat sleeping all-day:)
on a winters day all night
on a winters night as the day passes by
and the night seeks me out
with the voice of depression
a unique voice, unique to me
made of the atoms from my own history
on my well-worn seat of a sofa where I sit
a sofa, from a skip
in the wreckage of a life
wrecked by the haunted rage
from the wolfman of marriage
surrounded by the black and white film
of an old TV.
Hello Mr Depression wolf
what you got for me
another day alone
as you eat the gnome
molecule by molecule
memory by memory




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