Depression (a triolet)

The world is dark but still, it spins,

and there's a creature on my back crushing my chest

and the wounds on my leg hold a comfortable sting.

The world is dark but still, it spins

and there’s lead and platinum lining my limbs

and I know how it sounds but I’m doing my best.

The world is dark but still, it spins

and there's a creature on my back crushing my chest.