Jesse Ellsbury Poems
Even Depressed People Say That They'Re Fine
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
to even see what’s going on,
when you look at yourself all you see is a pawn
captured too early in the game,
you spend so much time seeking someone to blame
that you never ask what you did to get to that place
where the sun never shines,
where everything is offered and yet nothing is mine.
But you get used to the pain that you feel every day,
and the loneliness leads you ...
I'Ve Heard It Said
I’ve heard it said that love’s an invention
that we envision whenever we’re threatened
that our individuality’s on trial,
when all we hope for is wrapped in another.
I’ve heard it said that love’s a convention,
a fear that anything different leads to resentment,
that perfection’s tarnished when we’re harnessed
to the interest of another narcissistic nut