This is a companion piece, in prose form, to ‘THE TRICKSTER’. That poem was to bring attention to Clinical Depression , this piece takes a step further and tries to convey the potential seriousness of Depression by explaining how the disease can and does lead people to take their own life. It gives a glimpse of the kind of thought process involved. My hope is that more awareness will lead to greater help for those in need.
Sat in the dark, alone, half-light sight
but you don’t see. Shadow thrusts and
parries across the room, eager too for
an answer. A turbid thought fog, round
and round the same old theme. A solution
there, fingertip touch,ever elusive.
Then WAIT ! That’s it, solved !
Peace, such a soothing balm, a
feeling of triumph. A wry smile
teasing yourself, of course !
Simple algebra answered.
Sinister math problem where
the answer’s not 2x.
Peace, relief, dark eureka moment.