Spiraling Into Depression Poem by enricus coone

My fin ger is broken
My will is dwindling
And I need a steady paycheck
To feel at home
Yesterday I felt my welcome fading
Today I feel no different
I wish I could leave the room with the light
When the switch is flipped to off
I wish I could become gaseous and fill
All the rooms of the world
Just to help me find my place
I used to think my cause was to start a revolution
But the only thing I’ve changed is my mind
I used to think I was put here to make people smile
To be a good friend and a listener
I’ve made people smile
I’ve been a good friend
But when I listen to myself I am
Empty
The only things I feel are the things I’ve always felt
Rage
Anger
Yearning
Yearning for something different
Yearning for something new
Poetry is supposed to be from the heart
But I’ve lost mine
All that’s left of it is a muscle pumping blood through
The rest of my emptiness
While never filling a thing
I don’t profess to know the grand meaning of life
But surely this is not it
Is it