G. Z. Kieft

what is depression

drenched in sweat during

a session

these weights are pressing me

for a confession

what can i say

to the pale face

staring back my way

from the reflection

what is depression

when i can laugh

at the function

and i can find joy

though often in connection

to destruction

every positive mention

is challenged by my

conscious

every good feeling ever

is under cover of deceit

every achievement comes with

this tension

me fervently seeking out

receipts

what is depression

and is that why i’m

abandoning this collection

all the time

thirty pages half empty

the blank spaces seem to rhyme

more than the words I’ve typed

like some lexical pantomime

this

may be depression

but i suppose

that’s part of the profession