Stark awake on a bed of dread,
I wait on sleep, desperate for oblivion,
pinned, struggling, like a specimen
on the blue-steel spike of night.
Depression is all in my head…
and in my cells,
and in my synapses,
and in my chemistry.
I swallow my pride with the pill,
praying this antidepressant will
detonate in my body like a balm.