Poetry: Ragged Sonnet: When in a Deep Depression

Some of my friends have been in a funk late­ly, and I thought they might appre­ci­ate this.

Ragged Son­net: When in a Deep Depression
by Leonard Nathan

When in a deep depres­sion of the self,
I see on every side, on every hill,
like the lit man­sions of the rich, success
of oth­ers, hear the echoes loud­ly praise
my rivals, feel my plod­ding soles sink deeper
in the cold ash­es of hope, and feel
the tepid driz­zle of self-pity stain
my cheeks, I think of you, dear friend, who scorned
the Val­i­um pre­scribed because you thought
sad­ness was our wise com­pan­ion, shadow
of lat­er years and not good to deny;
and then, my heart, all but reconciled
to grav­i­ty, like a wing evolved for such
short flights, beats up again. But not too high.

Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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