Friday, September 16, 2011
Incapacitated
Incapacitation is the norm for me for it happens
Oh every other day, and yet when it appears
It grips me like Death or with thoughts of Death
Until it passes, like a tease.
For I am forlorn when it visits me, rendering me
Into the foetal position, revisiting Mother's womb -
But at least being in her, I was gripped by Love,
Not Death or the semblances of it.
In case of emergency, the step is not to contact --
But to rage against the machine that destroys!
Named Depression, which incapacitates me
Silently or audibly - for life.