A Cycle of Sickness

I fell down a hole

Never to arise

Sank into the grains of the Earth

Festering like rot on roots

The cure is as debilitating as the sickness

Happiness becomes the disease

Temporary numbness, the pill

Until the unease settles in

Like ants crawling on my brain

The only necessity, the relief 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Second depression poem I have reviewed tonight. The stress of these times is a threat to those at risk.