Submission - Poetry
Depression is a like a dog, you just have to take it for a walk sometimes.
Anonymous
With a blue cotton skirt hitched up around her thighs,Exposing green cotton pantiesNo one but her would see,And her legs, stickyWith the sweat that would only come from the sun leaking through her bedroom window,She sighed, moaned, of discontent and longingFor some other company than her fat tabby cat. Hair tousledBy pillows from a tossing-turning napAnd lips red and bittenBy anxious and anticipatory teeth And so she sat, in solaceOutside the coffee house with a drink and a CamelFor her dateWith Vonnegut had begunHungrily devouring his ever wordBut wanting to devourMuch more This girl had spent her day quite aloneAnd had nothing leftBut cold dregs and cigarette butts,And the sudden realizationOf how much colder life was once the sun went down.
