Carbon Monoxide

A Poem by Rachel King

Depression

Sitting in the dark
In a parked car.

The car is full
But I am empty.

The car has lights
So you can see in the dark.
I have no lights,
The bulbs burnt out,
The store is closed.

The car has tires
So it can move.
My tires are flat,
AAA is $80,
I am broke.

The car has a battery
So it can start.
My battery is dead,
It won't charge.

Mechanics can fix cars,
No one can fix me.

Code scanners tell you what's wrong with the car so the mechanic can fix it.
I'm unscannable,
No one can figure out what's wrong with me.

I have no gas.
I have no lights.
My tires are flat.
My battery is dead.
I can't be fixed.
I don't even know what's wrong but I've broken down.

The car breaks down,
you can make it run again.
I break down,
I sit in the dark in a parked car.