Depression is a wicked bastard invisible, faceless, shadowless; spineless You cannot see it, touch it, dodge it, bear it A scoundrel feeding on you little by little making you hungry for something that you cannot define It exists when you think and when you don’t think; it appears on your face It sleeps when you sleep but wakes you up during your sleep It tricks … Continue reading Depression Oppression – Poem#27 – National Poetry Month