On depression

Grey or grim you say

It’s still light

It darkens, it’s oblique

It’s still light

It casts a shadow

And it is still light

The relief in darkness

Of no satisfaction

No frustration

Darkness easily found

Without love

Without connection

The relief from disappointment

Deadened senses

Numbness so numb

That knows only detachment

And pushed away

Friendships

Silence

No connection

No feeling detection

On purpose

Apart. 

Artwork and poem by Alicja Pyszka-Franceschini