Dark Cloud Horizon
Even birds know depression
means more than being depressed.
You want to fly the globe
but can’t bear to leave the nest.
Once, like a helicopter,
you swooped down to the ducks.
Now fruit hangs from the tree
and you do not give two fucks.
You need nothing on a branch
except a curlew and a chough.
They cannot tweet their love
while you bite their heads clean off.
Underweight. Drooping posture.
Plucking feathers from your neck.
Body feels what the mind feels
until there’s nothing left to peck.
Author: Carl Griffin
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