THE FACE OF DEPRESSION
Doose Ieeveh@dooseieeveh994901
4 months ago
#poetry
He had no ugly razor scars
No sunken red eyes
No hollowed cheeks
No blackened lips or caramaled teeth
He Wore the finest regalia
Drank the most exquisite wine
And moved with poise
His laughter was intoxicating
His accent was elite
He looked like the perfect gentleman
So I didn't know it was him when he showed up
Our hands intertwined
And our hearts interewove
We merried together day and night
But I didn't know it was him
I didn't know it was him
Until I started looking for what I couldn't find at the bottom of a green bottle
Until the thrill I kept seeking became a hollow sound of voices in the club
Until the reverie I desired became a dust of cocaine in my face
Until my sleep deprived eyes shrunk and sunk
Until my body wilted alongside my mind
Depression showed up
But I didn't know it was him
Because he didn't look like it
