A poem.

Love and hope
Down drain pipes
Losses from the storms
Depression takes a brain
And wastes its way
Makes everything seem
Shorn of hope
Or gone

Lost in wretched swamps
Mired in death wish sundowns
Baggaged with baddies
Mind ruined
Pieces strewn around
You express your heart
With barely a sound

Find your energies
Shake yourself awake
Life is momentary
Love is ethereal
Hope is real
There’s only one take.

James Lanternman writes movie reviews, short fiction, essays, and moonlit thoughts. Reach him at [email protected], or follow on Twitter.