Poem – Page 31 – A (wise) man of two faces

Depression

A heavy burden,
there’s no load on his back, but
he struggles to stand.

A life in turmoil,
but he was her salvation:
the calm in the storm.

I love girls
with mounds of curls,
and romantic flirts
with frilly skirts
who take them for a twirl.

Blossoming greenhouse –
the world explodes with color,
leaving me breathless.

Sun-kissed skin,
generous grin,
gentle hands
with a wedding band –
world’s smallest violin.

The radiant sun
who smiles down upon us, and
warms our frozen hearts.

Past the city lights,
the buzzing electric hum –
the moon lights the way.

You’re so goddamn smart,
but what of your heart?
Will you deny that the scars
that were on both of ours
were what drove us apart?

Sitting in the dark,
and the candle’s almost out.
Help isn’t coming.

I know that you care,
I know that you’re “there”,
but don’t silence my voice;
don’t take away my choice.
Don’t you dare.