In Times Of Depression Poem by RIC BASTASA

failure. defeat. setting sun.
dark nights. Bar escapades.

lost hopes. Excitements gone.
feeling like a dead log floating on the river.

silence. Conversations that do not mean anything at all.
dogs howling. Cat naps.

furs left on the sofa. Carpets and dusts
and some bites from mosquitoes
that find themselves
whisking inside this room.

ticks and tic tac toes of boredom.
book waiting to be read. Bookmarks and ears.

sitting on a bench. Sunshine falling on your hair.
warmth spreading inside your armpits.

lips wetting. Saliva on the tongue.
Air getting inside your nostrils.

a bubble of air inside your lungs.
a word shaping inside your mouth. You want to speak.

you choose the mute mode of your life.
You switch on to hibernation.

some leaves fall. The wind arrives. Some flowers
bloom. The bees beginning busy.

Some butterflies. Blue and Yellow lights.
Grass as green as ever with dew on their tips.

There is no depression. There may be denial.
When pain is so much. Try these little things.

inside your mind, there is fullness of thoughts.
Tiny butterfly wings. Shiny wings of beetles.

Aroma of coffee. Scents of roses. Red roses.
Beach bench. Under a tree. Time stops to run here.

You are here. You are not waiting for anybody.
Time runs. But there is no watch to tell you about anything.

Then you think you have something to write about.
It is about this. Welcome.