Unending Minutes [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Unrelenting depression - must get
my foot to heal and carry on though
life's hateful; I'll go in search of food,
try to survive until I can stop taking
this hellish brew - this medication

for inflammation; besides, evidence
it's working is invisible - so is it worth
suffering seconds that coagulate into
awful wholes of unending minutes
crashing into cascading hours

of a river aflood in a pestilence of
unending doom; my only peace of
mind is in the momentary release
of gratefully eating before the next
bout of depression sets in…

[2 December 2014]


[ORIGINAL: ]

Medication for inflammation, unending
depression, must get foot to heal, must
carry on although life is hateful, I will go
in search of food and try to survive until
I can stop taking this hellish brew -

Besides, the question whether it's working
can't be seen, is it worthwhile carrying on,
suffering through seconds congregating
into awful wholes of unending minutes
flowing into hours like rivers of

Unending doom, the momentary release is
to eat before the next bout of depression
sets in…

[1 December 2014]