Jesse Ellsbury Poems

Depression is something nobody gets,
not even those afflicted with it.
With the sponge on your eyes and the veil on your head,
you’re too busy wond’ring what it’s like to be dead
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Poem!
How dare you defy me
the words at my command.
I am your creator,
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Why does quicksand exist?
Why does the lightning strike like a wildcat
growling from the midst?
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The bubbles fly so fervently,
Down my parched and painful throat,
The straw amidst
The blocks of ice,
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It was a day in early May
When the two sat on a hill,
Staring into the sea.
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The sparrow flutters with a broken wing,
one working oar spinning it in circles.
It has no idea what the future holds,
a bleak and broken condemnation,
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I revel in the world around me, in the trees and clouds and oceans,
I romp around and call to the hills and the hills call back to me
in unspoken languages, the pangs of this are anguishing,
snow has melted, flowers wilted, I thought that they would bloom
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When the smoke
clears and the fire engines
disappear I’ll find that my house
still remains
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There’s no point in teaching
the rats on a sinking ship
how to swim…
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Bumblebee, how do you soar
with a body so big and wings so short?
The physics are ungainly,
the angles don’t add up to one-eighty
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