Dead Yolk Misfit

This poem remembers the years gone by of two cousins who suffer with depression and how the illness has affected their lives.
The time—
We will never recover the time—
Why does it so whine?

Fifty-two years—
My eyes shed no tears—

Compliance to the family—
That’s all I could hear—

I’m hungry—
Can I borrow the car?
I need a few more dollars—
I want to be a star *

What happened to the dream?
Hope and Passion
Passion and Hope
Depression stole them away—a silent scream

Like a smashed egg yolk
On a sticky old pine tree
Out in the grassy field—

Stiff yellow gunk to frighten to drip—
So it hardens and dies
S l o w l y__
A little at a time—

Even the birds don’t want it
However, the bugs do not mind—
Poison ivy grows all around the tree’s hip
As if to guard the dead yolk misfit
How Does This Poem Relate To Your Life?
I feel that my time in depression has been wasted time
I feel because of my depression I have missed out enjoying my family
Because of my depression I have not been there for my family and friends as I would have liked
Sometimes I feel as if I am dying a slow death
Reading poetry like this helps me to feel that I am not alone
Reading poetry like this makes me feel worst
My family does not really understand my illness
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Published: 2/4/2011
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