depression wilts me <br />fear binds me <br />i sag, shrinking, sinking iron heavy <br />i'm five-'o-clock stockings <br />slouching, tired, giving in <br />i'm a plucked flower, cut and crying <br />drying out, weeping flower dust <br />another sleep, another bright new day <br />in a sunshine laced strawberry dress <br />then suddenly I turn, the birthday balloon <br />that never made the party <br />shriveled up, sucking dust off the floor <br />deflated, depressed, deboned <br />no, i'm glued to my home <br />taking itsy steps, in bitsy circles<br /><br />Cin Sweet Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/agoraphobia-2/
