House Of Major Depression Poem by Dorsey Baker

Her hair is twisted and tangled
upon her head.
Her eyes are trying to focus.
Its so early in the morning!
She hasn't had a drop of coffee.
Its hot summer.
She'll walk over to the coffee-maker.
She'll make a couple of cups and drink
them while waiting on her engines to start!
She looks out the window. its starting to
cloud up.
Thunder sounds!
The rain is coming quickly forcing its way
through the sky down to the earth.
She listens.
No longer imprisoned by her thoughts.
Its refreshing!