Two Poems About Depression

"Down"

Bitter, bitter, bitter
is the rain of thoughts
that pours down from my brain
to touch, almost, my tongue

and blister it. Words are wanting,
waiting to be nourished
perversely, given life
to grow as seeds of death.

"Better"

Sadness is not whisked away as dirt
and then forgotten, safe in the dust bin,
but like an ointment, soothing every hurt,
it works its way into my tender skin
and slowly heals.

© Hal Dendurent