Window without a frame

A conversation with depression

Window without a frame: 

a conversation with depression

Why do you lock me in an empty room?

To protect me from the view?

You don't give me a backward glance

Even when I shout out to you. 

I'm tied to the blackness.

No window. No view.

You see in from the outside,

All I can see is you.

Go on then, nail me to a naked wall.

Fuck me anew.

But you don't see me anymore.

And please, oh please, I don't want to see you.

You've tried putting me in a genteel frame

Hanging me out to view

But I won't be imprisoned by a mirror of glass.

I don't belong to you.

I'm kicking through the picture's frame.

I'm finding my own view.

Standing alone on the window ledge

And jumping . . . ..

..... without you.