Uncertain Depression Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

I hear your heartbeat in my mind,
Beating slowly, stopping Time.
Pencil races across the page,
Spilling forth compulsory rage.
Broken anguish, bitter doubt;
Mind flipped over, inside-out.
I feel your fingers slip through mine,
Our two heartbeats stopping Time.
Why do I feel like something's wrong
When everything seems so damn right?
I just want us to be alright.
It'll all look better in the morning's light...