Depression’s Methods

By Andrew R. Duckworth

There’s a chaos that looms
On the brim of the mind,
Creeping in unsuspected
At an opportune time
When all is well
In the well of life.
It is no friend,
But it will linger,
Unwelcome but uncaring.
It restricts, coiling around
And squeezing,
A boa at its prey.
But to the one who knows well,
It’s just another day.