The Deeps
Ambiguity and melancholy
the depression was on, deep, without a bottom
human condition? maybe
but why were its waves so sudden, so heavy, so cold?
blue-green dirty waters like some polluted city harbor
did it start with a thought I did not register?
I know these well-worn human roads are full of muddy misery
no surprise there,
so why the sudden onslaught of incredible
sorrow?
I was fine all week, all month in fact
what happened?
blood sugar? chemical reaction? some buried memory from an ancestor? dread?
does this happen to you too?
I can’t even identify the thought which is making me feel
like this —
but a paralysis prevents me from writing
any
more
words
at every point a voice asks
why? for what? to whom? is anyone listening? what will it matter one hundred years from now?
and I have no comeback for that voice
so let me give in to it right now
and hope there will be a bottom,
a sea floor to finally stop the awful slow feeling of
falling.
© Carlo Zeno 2023
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Thanks you to Ravyne Hawke for considering this piece for Black Veil.
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