Draped In My Black Cloak Again

You wonder why
I can't hear your voice
when you call
me

you can't see
I am so small
hooded
draped in my black cloak again

with the walls and the ceiling
closing in on me
it gets so dark and frightening
here in my mind

but you want me all singing and dancing

strange -
I can be right on the edge
ready to fall off the ledge
at any moment

and you don't even know.

(c) JH

Depression

Sometimes desperate
I try to reach into that place
where you are
I try to visualize what it’s like
to be you

in your mind where all is dark
and there’s no quiet
your thoughts race and gallop
like an unbroken mare

at times like that
I've tried to meet you there
and gently lead you back

but sometimes
even I
can’t reach you

tonight I watched your back
heave with heavy sighs
I almost rubbed your shoulders
to ease the pain

instead
I went upstairs and cried.

(c) JH