my valentine

sigh...

my good friend depression
sits in a chair
behind my bed
 
waiting to comfort me
each time nastiness is said
or looked
or done
or threatened
 
he's often busy
as folks tend to assume
that the physically pretty
lack capacity or room
for intelligence
doubt
fear
 
their insults follow me
into my dreams
where the ever watchful reaches
out his hand
and bids me sleep
 
forever
sleep

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

I really enjoyed this poem-- it was cleverly done and had such a nice flow, very good write, and penned nicely :)