Depression

My sister is gone.

It’s like the life has been

leeched out of me.

My fighting spirit has guttered

and died. I watched lamely

when he took the children.

I don’t even answer my niece’s calls,

I stare into my stewed tea,

not thinking of the future.

Whatever ails me is like a fog bank

eating up the horizon.

My sister felt this way.

I must seek help, cast off

this old woman’s malaise.

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